Equanimity tested yesterday as various pains took hold. Did have a rather naive idea that as a boy of the 50’s i’d have some stoical reserve, where’s the morphine?
Had a big cry last night at the end of a weird and wonderful film called Big Fish. Partly because of my current heightened vulnerability but also thinking about my dad, I’ve already lived10 years longer than him. First time I’ve really cried in front of Kate.
When you’ve got a ticket at the entrance to a multi-storey car park don’t then keep it between your lips until you’ve parked, especially if undergoing chemotherapy. I now have a rather sore sore on my lip.
Sorry; yesterday i used the acronym KOKO, pretentious twat. Our current world is overrun with acronyms and me adding to this with a particularly crass one is wrong. Some acronyms are now culturally integral; think BBC, AIDS, they are part of our DNA. But even those that are integral get overused and abused, good example with the MD of Cambian (company who own school i work at) talking about some sort of Cambian DNA – bollocks. Alliteration’s alright though.
After my cry Kate asked me to think of myself after the treatment, she’s right but it’s hard. And as for ‘no pain no gain’!
Thank you for posting comments as the vernacular has it, they give me a big lift. But also they allow a discourse to develop and I’m realising that this is what I want. It can be revealing, insightful, fun and very meaningful for me. So please keep them coming and keep on keeping on.