Wednesday and I wake after a deep sleep. I take my vitals and realise that this is the last day of Cycle 18, and I am into day 56 of the reboot of chemotherapy with the hiccups of suspected angina and the removal of the bladder stone behind me. It feels like moving forward and mildly ironic that today I am seeing a doctor to sort out my Dupuytrens contracture. I get up and potter about for a while and then take myself of to the village café for a full English breakfast and hot chocolate.
With the breakfast done and the days crosswords also done I return home and as my partner goes off to see his mother I get going on some serious Christmas admin. I beaver away until I can do no more and then pick up a line that occurred to me this morning when I was checking my vital. Taking the line I followed it through and ended up with something resembling a poem.
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There is no finding out
Without each other.
No making sense
Or meaning
Without the mirror.
Each in their own bottle
Bobbing about.
Some things maybe
Thought known
Until confronted with
Pieces that do not fit.
There are a million
Me’s out there
And a million you’s in here,
I’ll read your label
If you will read mine.
Deal?
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By the time I had finished there was just time to refill the bird and squirrel feeders before my partner retuned and we prepared to drive through the peak time traffic to see the consultant who is going to assess my Dupuytrens Contraction. The drive is predictably slow but we arrive in time. There is a short wait in the “funding yourself” waiting area adn then I am in with the consultant, my partner riding shot gun. He asks what he can do for me. I slap my hand on the table adn he says “You have got Vikings disease, it’s hereditary”. I am asking all the rational questions about treatment and time lines for the operation along with some other stuff and inside I am chanting ” Yippee I’m a Viking, I’m a fucking Viking, I knew it”. We agree that Thursday the 30th of January 2025 is a good day for everyone involved and then we leave. Now I wait for the invoices to begin to appear.
Back home I make a quiche for tea before watching TV. Before I can settle down I get a phone call from a friend while they driving south to do a workshop tomorrow. We chat for about 40 minutes which included a joint decision on a route change, which was only possible because I know the route. There is an awful lot going on in my friends life, which we chat about. Eventually we say goodbye and return to my quiche and TV. The evening goes by till I take my evening meds, catch up with the blog and go to bed.
