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Archive for June, 2012

Pat and I went to get the scan results today. Worse than I’d hoped but better than I’d feared.  The bad bit is that the liver mofos are growing again – roughly 25%, which is about right for being off the chemo for 3 months – and seeing as they double in size every 200 days when they aren’t being zapped. The good bit is that I’m not going back on chemo for at least another month. Doc Landers reckons that I should make the most of feeling good and not being in pain, feeling sick or tiring too quickly. When/if that starts again is when it’s time to go back onto the same chemo regime I was on before – which was still working.

I’m very happy that I won’t be having noodle legs and weird symptoms for another month at least. In the meantime – on with the wheatgrass!

I figure that I’m still in a better position than I was in October last year, when I went to my GP with bronchitis. My liver is doing better than Denise’s 10 year old granddaughter’s. She needs a heart and liver transplant and yet she’s still smiling and fighting despite endless procedures – how could I do any less? If  you’d like to contribute to the fund the family has set up to pay for it (they have to raise a million bucks)  just let me know and I’ll send you the details. I’m a great believer in crowdsourcing!

It was so nice to see Callie, who popped in on her way through to the airport and occupied our minds with laughs and intelligent conversation. 1.30pm is a long way from 6am. The time did seem to go by quite quickly thanks to a little tasklet that Sioux, Lee and Paulette passed my way, which kept my imagination constructively engaged. Also useful to use the pomodoro time management app Pomodair which entices you to work for just 25 minutes before doing whatever the next terribly urgent thing is that gets you distracted from your computer screen. I seem to be right in the middle of something amazing when the buzzer goes off telling me that it’s time for a five minute break.

I also tried to book our plane flights to Cape Town for Brian’s birthday in September and managed to book us great flights, except they would be leaving from JHB!  I’ll try and do it properly tomorrow when my brain is fresh.

In the meantime then, back at work tomorrow in the office and looking forward to my group mastering the intricacies of designing quizzes in Blackboard 9. Weird to be so normal.

Life is indeed tragic in structure but comic in texture.

 

Paul Roux

This trip away from everywhere has been just what the doctor ordered. Paul Roux is a farm village (registered) of not more than 100 houses set in the middle of an ancient flood plain, or more like a plain through which massive glaciers travelled. Mesas and buttes everywhere. There is even a dinosaur footprint somewhere that I haven’t seen yet. Maybe this morning.

We travelled up on Friday. Pat driving Squashy against 85km winds. It was 5C when we arrived and the temperature sinking fast. Eds and Richard showed us to our cosy cottage and proceeded to ply us with good red wine, a delicious chicken stew full of veggies and other ‘stick to your ribs’ ingredients. Rich tinkled the ivories of his newly tuned baby grand, near a red glowing fire and everything felt really good. We’ve had snow, rain and hail. We’ve had morning coffee (with a shot of whisky – or two) and delicious brand,chocolate and coconut muffins (baked by Eddie) with three of the delightful denizens, whilst looking at lovely art, pottery and the horses pestering for more warm mash.
A drive around the village revealed ancient, for South Africa, graves and the old oak that was the posting station.
I’m taking away memories of Ed dancing enthralled amongst snow flakes in his long underwear and flipflops while we looked on wrapped in multiple layers of clothes.

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Rich with his Gorbachev sheepskin hat, and losing my mittens in search of this picture,

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Pat breathing in the fresh, cold air whilst Cecile and Chantal, the cocker spaniels, snuffle around the garden oblivious to the cold and getting their ears totally soggy.

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Last night’s karaoke by E and R was a delight, including numbers from Shirley Bassey, Eurythmics, Madonna, Ge Korsten and Laurike Rauch. When last did you hear ‘Kinders van die Wind’? Such fun.

Absolutely perfect escape from any anxiety related to my scan on Tuesday.

I truly am blessed. Even minus 6 degrees this morning was a delight, with the sun shining on the white frosted garden, glinting in the sun.

Thanks for your fabulous hospitality Rich and Ed and little Paul Roux.