Monthly Archive: September 2014

Day 197

Chemo No. 12 Yup, its the last one.  Siobhan is there; bloods taken, body weighed. Dr. Kruger is there; how’re the nerves? Numbness and tingling? We do the walking tightrope test and the heel...

Days 193 – 196

Doubt. It’s Saturday evening and I’m avoiding going to bed.  I’m avoiding a lot of things – avoiding going out, avoiding meeting people.  I’m turning down kind offers of supper and fun.  I feel...

Day 192

Soapsuds. And over the last while artist Sarah Staton has been in touch asking about the availability of the ‘gender soaps’ I made for her SupaStore boutique exhibitions in the early ’90’s, a pared...

Day 191

Snap. Out for a couple of clear starry nights at Cot again; cold suddenly and time to gather twigs and light the woodburner for the pleasure of the smell and the t-shirt heat in...

Day 190

Airman. Dennis my old neighbour passed away last Thursday I discovered – quietly at home after a fall and some confusion, with his companion Fiona holding his hand.  I didn’t go to the small...

Days 184 – 189

Laugh. Well you have to really.  A week’s passed since the last chemo and I’ve been slow and numb and nauseous.  Thankful not to be having more of the nerve-damaging Vinblastin, but the damage...