It’s quite an extraordinary thing, the power of the internet. My reasons for writing are fairly broad. Somebody suggested it. It fills time now that I no longer work. It’s therapeutic. It helps inform people how I’m doing. Maybe it also helps me to still feel relevant.
People in a quarter of the countries of the world have now read something from the blog. That implies massive readership which is far from the truth, but it’s a good statistic! Around 18,000 hits though.
85% of the reads come from the UK. Most link directly from Facebook so are likely to be people I know/have known well. A handful from Twitter where, perhaps, a more random group have shown an interest.
The most read articles are those where I mention my cancer, treatment and progress. Less interest in the destinations I’ve visited or that I’m planning to visit. Although the “Hotel suite and the hooker” story was popular!
I did lose one reader when I upset her for talking about lab rats and cancer treatment. While I didn’t even pass opinion on the rights and wrongs of animal research I caused upset! But while I was upset to have caused somebody an upset, I quickly came to the conclusion that if I write to please the world I won’t be genuine.
I’ll keep on writing. My style. My thoughts. My self-reflection. My take on life. And death. Even if the subject matter can be a little repetitive. Even if reader numbers drop. Even if I inadvertently offend. It’s good for me and definitely helps me.