Monday thoughts and childhood memories

I grew up playing music, singing, performing. Weekends were often spent driving to various performances or competitions around Sydney. Eisteddfod weekend was always hectic, sometimes you’d be lucky and at least have the singing and piano ones on different weekends but sometimes they overlapped.

But even without the overlap it was still pretty hectic. In a weekend I could have 4 different singing ones and some would need costumes.

One year I had to be little Cosette from Les Mis (‘there is a castle on a cloud’) dressed in her almost homeless street urchin dress. Then turn around the next day and become Pocahontas (‘can you paint with all the colours of the wind’), the powerful Indian princess with her authentic native American dress.

Wow.

So for this memorable outfit change, mum made basically a reversible calico sac. One one side it looked like a Tunic which we grubbed up and made look like the little Cosette. Then once that was over, we went home and turned it inside out. She left big seams hidden on the inside of Cosette dress so we could cut and fray it for Pocahontas. Painted up with earthy browns and some reds and blues and teemed with a head tie with some feathers attached that we found around the streets…

Both looked amazing and so professional. She has a lot of talents my mum, one is just knowing what the task is, conceptualising it, and carrying it out well no matter what skill is needed. She can pretty much do anything. She’s very versatile and damn good.

Anyway, I think there’s a point to this. There must be an analogy hidden in here somewhere. Always be adaptable and flexible like that dress (or my mum for that matter). My goodness some crazy things happen in life. We’ve all seen it, we’ll all see a lot more of it. And you’re going to be far better off if you’re already mentally prepared to just take any new advancement and work out how you’ll make it work for you. Yeah it might seem pretty bad at the time. But you get that brain working and thinking and you turn whatever bad thing you’ve got into something that you can make good. Try it. Try varying your Mindset when something happens that you don’t like. Change isn’t always bad, even if it often seems it at first (like my pharmacist leaving, right? I’ve been told his replacement is taller. He’d better be awesome).

As Victor Frankl wrote in his book ‘Man’s search for Meaning’, ‘The last of the human freedoms is to choose ones attitude in any given set of circumstances.’

So hold onto that. It’s your right. And make the right choice.

Much love.

A somewhat disjointed update…

I looked at my eye lashes this morning… there appears to be a bit of a gap in my lower set on my left eye. Well then. I suppose they’ve had enough and are going on holiday. My left eye is also really swollen at the moment and itchy and a bit gross. So really I look a bit odd. Eyebrows are still going strong though! Thanks guys!

My ‘good week’ is nearing its end and it doesn’t really feel like it’s started yet. Lots of coughing, being tired and feeling a bit shit really. Plus the eye thing. I had to work from home yesterday because I wasn’t feeling physically up to going in. But I have managed two pub quizzes this week and I’ve got some nice things planned this weekend including seeing The Dears on Saturday night (their album ‘No Cities Left’ is great), bottomless brunch with a friend, and Mail Rail (riding on the old abandoned underground railway that used to be used to carry the mail).

Should be fun!

I was doing some thinking this morning, and you know what’s really weird?
Cancer is created by your own body. It’s your own cells deciding they need to rapidly multiply.
I had never really thought about it before this whole adventure started.
I always thought my body was out to get me but I didn’t realise it was in such a big way!

I made a new friend this morning. I had to go in to get my pre-chemo bloods taken and my PICC line dressing changed. She told me my hair (well…head) looked great and told me her cancer story. Breast cancer 5 years ago and now it’s come back and spread to a lot of different places. Sounds like she’s had a difficult time. Do they not monitor her closely to make sure they catch it as soon as it comes back? Or is it just luck that you can catch it before it spreads everywhere? Gee, cancer can be scary. Mine certainly isn’t. But she was doing ok. She referred to her cancer as a parasite. And I’ve heard that a lot. ‘Parasite’,Β ‘intruder’, similar such words. But it’s not, it’s just your body thinking it’s helping but actually accidentally trying to kill you. How is it that they can get it so right and yet so wrong?

I found out today that I have to stay in the alternative hotel next week, as well as isolation in the ward, and have to have three days of negative swabs to rule out me having a cold. And if they’re not negative (I’m a little worried) then I’m in there the next week too. No bench space at all to even put my jug down in the bathroom… who knows how I’m going to do my pH testing…

But it’s all just an adventure, isn’t it?

I’ll be particularly grateful for The Cotton Rooms when I finally get back there.