Jabberwocky BY LEWIS CARROLL ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took
I’m in a Winnie the Pooh kind of mood and yes, today is my favourite day. It started with a visit from Archie and a quick cuddle. Radiation and a doctor’s appointment came next. I’m into the second week of mission mop up and I’m sprinkling Maizena all over the
It is the eve before. Archie is nowhere to be found and the 5th of August is my cancerversary. A year ago, I was catapulted onto a path I didn’t choose and had no desire to follow. But here I am in August 2020 and about to complete the journey.
“Breathing exercises,” the secretary repeated. I didn’t respond. “The radiation will target your left breast.” I still didn’t get it. “That’s where your heart is.” Now I felt my chest jump. Was this going to be a danger? I’d googled it and read a little but it hadn’t seemed a
Today was the day! I slept well, surprisingly, despite another of Archie’s love bites. (I do need to find that cat whisperer’s number.) But then again, I’ve always been able to sleep through almost anything. This time, it was the looming appointment with the radiation oncologist. Somehow, this last stretch
I am what I eat. I am what I think. I am that I am. I know these things. Sometimes I choose to ignore them but deep down I acknowledge their truths. When I eat rich food, my tummy rebels. Always has. That third drink and an extra helping of
My hair is growing back furiously. It’s almost as if it was indignant at being forced out. And yes, it is silver. I never thought I’d say this, but I like it. Perhaps it’s because I’m so relieved it came back after all. It’s formed a sort of wild pixie
I am looking at the last Xeloda tablet on my dressing table. It’s to be taken with supper. I’m also wondering if the bubbly really needs to wait until tomorrow! What’s life without a few cheats on the way? This week the pathcare nurse, Catherine, came to take my blood
