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fourth and last

flowers - 6 June 2014I’ve not reported any highlights of this past week. It’s too easy in the low periods to let the days blur into one another.

For the record, here’s a summary.

On the day after the delayed chemo infusion, old friends from Canberra came to visit bearing flowers and wine, upon which I looked longingly as the glasses of others were charged and subsequently emptied.

It was such a warm afternoon, I stepped up and out for a slow walk to the point where we were rewarded with the presence of pelicans on the shoreline.

Painted in Waterlogue

On Day 3 of this cycle, unexpected visitors from the north arrived to find that my social skills were somewhat reduced. In the days that followed, human connection was limited to occasional moves in Words with Friends and mostly short responses in telephone conversations.

This cycle has confirmed for me that, not only is everyone’s experience of chemotherapy in its many forms different, but the effects of each individual cycle are different too.  This time around, I’ve spent less time sleeping away the worst days and more time taking advantage of medications to manage what one might call one’s gut response.

I’ve managed to tackle most daily newspaper crosswords albeit slowly and feel generally as if my brain function has held on a bit better this time.  Improvement is just days away and of one thing I am certain. It will arrive in the form of a cup of coffee.


an ordinary day

In those times when the ordinary is not ordinary, it becomes extraordinary.

Tomorrow includes a blood test and a second planning appointment for radiation. Then there’s Tuesday and even though it’s the last chemo session, I can’t help but face this one with some trepidation. The accumulated effects of the chemicals means that the post-chemo days are more dysfunctional, and there are more of them.

spinachToday, I got to harvest some spinach from the garden and spend time in the kitchen making Spanakopita for lunch. Who knew wrestling with filo pastry could be so therapeutic?

Later, over a cup of coffee and the chess board, my opponent decided we should call our latest game a draw which in my book is a win.


Before the sun set on this first day of Winter, we took a walk down to the point. The tide was out in a glass half-empty kind of way.

Not for long, not for very much longer.

Oyster Point Sunday

Because I can’t help myself, this final image has been given the Waterlogue treatment. One day, I’ll learn to paint like this instead of relying on the wonders of digital technology.   🙂

Painted in Waterlogue