I know carrying excess weight increases my risk of recurrence. Hell, carrying excess weight increases my risk of a lot of things, including heart attack, stroke and the likelihood of never having another first date. Being chided by a rail-thin specialist who professes to crank out two 75km bike rides a week, and admits weight loss is not his field, adds no value to the conversation.
So, given that today was our last date, maybe it's just as well. It's time both The Dutchman and I moved on. What a long strange trip it's been.