My name is Tim Channon. Today I am in 60s. I live in southern England, in Saxon times Wessex. (There is east, middle, south and west: Essex, Middlesex, Sussex and Wessex.)
I have a very wide technical background, and also one of those people who do things, usually on the go, if you don’t know, find out, part of lifelong learning.
Life ought to be fun, technical things most of all.
Tallbloke needed helping out, we seem to get on well enough and I have plenty to give so he can get some breathing space for a life. I’m trying to keep the flavour of his site.
I do have my own blog (link), largely non-controversial. Some items are cross posted on the Talkshop.
Coda added 2016.
Friday 13th November 2015 I was informed I have cancer, a serious one. Most things now involve the number 13! This is bizarre.
The shock to me was great. Diagnostics were done, critically a PET (positron emission tomography)  scan showed probably no spread so the surgeon carried out an exploratory operation involving cameras (three holes). He thinks he can operate but this presupposes no spread later on.
A major operation is the only hope of a cure, been put at 40% chance if chemotherapy is also done. I take this figure as optimistic but lets hope.
Writing early April 2016, been through ECX chemotherapy. This zapped me hence no blog activity, asleep a lot. Fun side… why do I keep a hair comb in my pocket? Habit.
And now? The idea is getting back fit enough for an operation. I’m waiting on another PET scan, critical, has the cancer spread?
Otherwise an operation is on. Will take a long time for recovery.
- PET scan involves starving yourself to low blood sugar, you are then injected with radioactive sugar, wait 90 minutes for selective absorption by multiplying cells, then a 30 minute full body scan. From this a 3D image is computed. Bad things glow.
After injection staff vanish, everyone keeps well away, you are ticking. I have a radiation record anyway from work long ago, no big deal for me.