July 24th, 2008

Willow

Cancer is a Cunt

Paul Haines, a much-loved member of the Aussie specfic commuity is going through a tough time. After being diagnosed with bowel cancer, having sections of his bowel removed and enduring six months worth of chemotherapy, he has recently discovered he has spots on his liver. Paul has met this news by reloading his guns and is going to fight it with two other forms of chemotherapy for cancers like his, combined with a monoclonal antibody called Avastin. Avastin, however is not part of Medicare or the private health system's funding at this stage. It costs $20,000 to do it. Money that he doesn't have.

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Willow

Cancer is a Cunt

Update

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Willow

Thursday nights ...

... always seem to be wondering if I have enough energy for the rest of the week, right about now. Am slowing down for the day and sipping a milo and thinking that I still have:

- personal training session including possible fitness test at 5pm
- shopping for dinner tomorrow night
- cooking soup, boiling eggs for a dip and making an eggplant bake
- cleaning my house up for tomorrow night
- washing and drying clothes

.... am tired just thinking about it. AND I had a lot of sleep last night too.

Had my first class back at pilates at lunchtime. Hard class. But wasn't *too* bad. Am vaguely hoping I haven't lost as much strength as I thought I had. last night was first trip back to the gym with A, from work. She made me do the full 20 mins we had in there on the treadmill and it was oooookay. I managed to weigh myself (those are the scales I am using to mark the journey) and they say I am one-quarter of the way to my goal. Which actually was a bit surprising and I am very happy with that. And means I am no longer the biggest I have ever been. I really didn't like that. Let's see tonight what the trainer says!