Yesterday, was a very long day we left home at 6am to travel to Sydney for my last review appointment. We arrived home at midnight. I felt for my husband.
Up and down
the emotional rollercoaster the highways and by-ways is physically, emotionally and mentally exhausting - the round trip is 700km /10hrs... I wasn't driving. It's a relief my next treatments will be 15mins from home.
The Oncology review clinic was running 2hrs late - we exited our 10:45 appointment at 1:30pm. We saw Dr #1 at about 12:45pm for 10 mins, then waited 15 mins in between to see the Oncologist for 10mins.
It was
all good with nothing new to be learned. They don't even examine me. I'm
not not complaining , just saying I'm glad we had another reason for the trip down to Sydney.
When you arrive you wait in big
'muster' waiting area before being
'drafted' in smaller waiting rooms down the corridor or waiting for your beeper to go off saying they are ready for you in Chemo or in Radiation.
I'm
a little bit thankful appointments were late, because I got to
briefly catch up with my 'old playgroup' friend, A. She was diagnosed with
Breast cancer a month prior to my diagnosis. A was there in big waiting area, waiting to be beeped for her chemo as the
chemotherapy treatment clinic was also running very late.
We chatted about our eyebrows
(or lack thereof ) , dark painted nails , diets & cancer food and positive ways of coping ,
as you do... In the 'quiet 'crowded waiting room I'm sure everyone was aware of us.
Not everyone looks sick , though you can easily
spot the cancer patient from carer usually by the head gear or the ones gently guiding frailer looking older people . Some people talk in hushed voices, guarding their 'personal' and emotional space. They just stare ahead at the TV, their phone or iPad or old magazines. Styrofoam cups of tea, coffee and 'plastic' biscuits are available if you like.
Sitting there you feel such a strong range of emotions ; anticipation, anger
(One lady was very 'agro' because the clinics were running so late)
, hope, sadness, even boredom ... mirrored in the sea of faces that
surround you. Though now the chairs are banked, fixed in rows and close
together instead of around the walls you don't make so much eye contact.
This morning I was feeling down, as well as tired and cold
(yes it's blowing a gale with wild weather here as everywhere). I'm grateful my SIL who minded our little boys, at the other farm due to our late return, was putting them on the school bus.
I couldn't summon the
emotional energy to get up. I'm don't exactly feel depressed, in fact I feel physically better this week. Some days are better than others. I think it is returning to the Dr's office and talking about cancer that reminds me of my diagnosis and the interruption that cancer has caused to our life.
We also visited our old home for 15 mins , it's empty
(tenants vacated), while still filled with memories ...not to mention clean carpet, my big kitchen
, my roses , a lush green lawn and our old life.I still love the farm, our
'homely shed' and living here. Just sometimes it feels lonely and
isolated here. I miss my friends.
Eventually, I stumbled out of bed at 11:30 am , only after my darling
hubby made me tea and toast in bed, then lit the fire and went off to
borrow firewood from the neighbours ; ).
I happened upon this song - I like it ! GET UP !
I'm a bit fired up now by the song and the fire.Though going back to bed is still inviting ...did I mention it's cold , grey and blustery and my hammock is like a parachute in the wind.
Do you ever feel like you just want to stop and catch your breath ?
Would you like to hit pause, lay low and stay in bed all day ?
♥ 
It had been there maybe 20-30yrs. It took 
