Good morning, my much valued American cousins. I hope you are all well.

A beautiful mid-Spring day here in Great Yarmouth. The sun is up and it's already 20C, expected to rise to 24C by early afternoon. We have guests today, but with the weather forecast for tomorrow being much the same we'll probably spend a few hours at Gorleston cliffs and beach while we can.

I shall be disappearing quite suddenly as I was told by my consultant yesterday that I'm being fast-tracked for treatment. It might be as early as Monday, but certainly some time within the next fortnight.

When I had the whole body scan a couple of weeks ago the two cancers in my left lungs clearly showed... but so also did a cancer on my larynx, for which I was treated more than a decade ago.

This time around radiotherapy can't be used to destroy the cancer. I won't go into the whys and wherefores, but one reason is that with the echoes of the radiotherapy I had more than a decade ago remaining in my body, and the radiotherapy being aimed at the nodules on my lungs, it's just too much radiation.

My posts on here would be glowing in the dark!

And so my voicebox is to be removed, that operation in tandem with another to remove the nodules on my lungs.

I'll breathe through a stoma in the neck and will lose the power of speech.

But I'll be alive!

I dunno why, but I'm obsessed by the question - how will I blow my nose?

Anyway, I'm in good hands, and with just a little luck this will be my last flirtation with cancer.

Be good, everybody - and if you can't be good, have a bloody good time being bad!