Well dear readers, round five of the chemo-hormone inhibitor combo went by in August with the blink of an eye, or as long as it takes to overthrow an Australian Prime Minister. Hang on a minute, that’s not right. Chemo rounds take 21 days and the PM swap out took less than a week! Just after that unseemly political fracas I saw a funny comment on Twitter, claiming that Australian neurosurgeons have ceased asking patient’s emerging from surgery ‘Who is the Prime Minister?’ It appears this question is no longer a reliable indicator that the patient’s brain is functioning normally. Continue Reading
In Suzanne Collins’ Mockingjay the last book in The Hunger Games trilogy there’s a beautiful scene between Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, the traumatised District 12 tributes and star-crossed lovers. While they’ve both endured the unspeakable inside and outside of the barbaric Hunger Games arena, Peeta was captured by the evil regime of President Snow and tortured with mind-altering drugs. To put it mildly, his grip on reality is completely shot and he frequently needs Katniss to confirm what real and what’s not.
‘You love me. Real or not real?’ Peeta asks, and Katniss responds, ‘Real.’
Well folks, the search is on for my inner Katniss as we progress through a fourth round of home-based chemo-hormone inhibitor therapy. Continue Reading
When Lucy Pevensie meets Aslan on her second trip to Narnia in Prince Caspian, she asks why he didn’t jump in and save them like the previous time in The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. Aslan answers, ‘Things never happen the same way twice, dear one,’ which sums up precisely my feelings about this second go at chemotherapy.
If ever there was a time I might feel like a cartoon character it would be now, and I choose Russell, the tubby boy scout and accidental stowaway in the Pixar-Disney movie Up. One reason for this might be Russell’s innocent optimism and persistence in his quest to ‘do a good deed’ for the grumpy old Carl, despite Carl’s rudeness. Or it could be how Russell’s initial terror at being stuck on the front porch of Carl’s house as it’s hoisted skywards by a clump of balloons the size of Arkansas, turns into excitement and wonder at this inadvertent adventure. Continue Reading