Roughing it
Well, today is probably a really good harbinger of things to come. Roller-coaster from the depths to the heights, and back again. The phone has not stopped ringing since I've seen the surgeon, and now my email box is getting full in response to this Blog. I am so glad you guys like it.
As I said before, I made a decision to go about my business as usual, so this morning I went to a conference at Macquarie University that I really wanted to attend and paid heavy money for: "Everyday Multiculturalism." Unfortunately, the virus that has been dogging me for a few weeks has returned yesterday and I felt so tired after the first speaker that I had to leave. (Not her fault, she was actually very interesting).
Yes, I went to the doc to check what the hell it was, but you know how it is. What we don't know is probably a virus, or it may just be that with all the excitement my thyroid function is down. Blood test - result on Tuesday. We have a national holiday on Monday. So, it's go with the flow, garlic and vitamin C.
In addition, about a week and a half ago I had a huge coughing fit, during which I think I stretched every chest muscle, and that has been hurting as well. So, today I've been a really miserable little chappie, but still tried to struggle on. The fatigue came and went as viral things have a habit of doing, and in the end I just gave in. Why fight it, right?
Just as I was resting the weary body, the door bell rang. And there stood a little dark haired man with the biggest bunch of tulips I've ever seen, with a loving card from Tunde attached! Well, that made me forget all my woes, and lo and behold, my energy returned instantly. Magical flowers from Florida! Thanks, son!
So, what do I do with all this energy? Go food shopping, of course, since I am expecting dinner guests for tomorrow. The burst lasted just about long enough to do that, and when I returned I got a message from the hospital: Mrs Ban, it seems you are no longer with MBF (the health insurance fund) can you please call us to give us your new fund details.
Thump. Down to the depths. MBF has been taking more than $100 out of my bank account religiously and forever, and now they disown me? Oy, veh! Do I care? Na. Do I get mad? Nah. She'll be right mate. It will sort itself out somehow. A true Ozzie reaction.
Back to bed, reading the thick booklet about the treatment of early breast cancer. Well, that's a blessing. At least the surgeon thinks it's early and the book says more than 84% women with early breast cancer survive after 5 years. I am counting on being here for another 25 at least. I mean I still have to figure out what I'll do when I grow up!
As I said before, I made a decision to go about my business as usual, so this morning I went to a conference at Macquarie University that I really wanted to attend and paid heavy money for: "Everyday Multiculturalism." Unfortunately, the virus that has been dogging me for a few weeks has returned yesterday and I felt so tired after the first speaker that I had to leave. (Not her fault, she was actually very interesting).
Yes, I went to the doc to check what the hell it was, but you know how it is. What we don't know is probably a virus, or it may just be that with all the excitement my thyroid function is down. Blood test - result on Tuesday. We have a national holiday on Monday. So, it's go with the flow, garlic and vitamin C.
In addition, about a week and a half ago I had a huge coughing fit, during which I think I stretched every chest muscle, and that has been hurting as well. So, today I've been a really miserable little chappie, but still tried to struggle on. The fatigue came and went as viral things have a habit of doing, and in the end I just gave in. Why fight it, right?
Just as I was resting the weary body, the door bell rang. And there stood a little dark haired man with the biggest bunch of tulips I've ever seen, with a loving card from Tunde attached! Well, that made me forget all my woes, and lo and behold, my energy returned instantly. Magical flowers from Florida! Thanks, son!
So, what do I do with all this energy? Go food shopping, of course, since I am expecting dinner guests for tomorrow. The burst lasted just about long enough to do that, and when I returned I got a message from the hospital: Mrs Ban, it seems you are no longer with MBF (the health insurance fund) can you please call us to give us your new fund details.
Thump. Down to the depths. MBF has been taking more than $100 out of my bank account religiously and forever, and now they disown me? Oy, veh! Do I care? Na. Do I get mad? Nah. She'll be right mate. It will sort itself out somehow. A true Ozzie reaction.
Back to bed, reading the thick booklet about the treatment of early breast cancer. Well, that's a blessing. At least the surgeon thinks it's early and the book says more than 84% women with early breast cancer survive after 5 years. I am counting on being here for another 25 at least. I mean I still have to figure out what I'll do when I grow up!
Labels: breast cancer
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2 Comments:
Hi Elizabeth,
The blog is a great idea. Lateral thinking as usual. Well done.
Best wishes,
Peter
Well done, Liz Braveheart!
The blog is good, & a great way for your scattered group of friends & family to keep in touch with you. And now you've fixed the comments posting you should get lots of comments
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