The neurosurgeon's assistant and the radiologist seem to have rigged me up as a guinea pig for a trial of personal E-tags: coming home this arvo they beeped under each of the Eastlink toll sensors probably racking up $1.16 a piece.
Apparently they're actually little channel markers to help the surgeon find his way around in there tomorrow.
Anyway - they promise me a haircut to rival Sid Vicious and the self-portraits are apparently going to get a bit like those warnings on cigarette packets for a couple of weeks ...
So here's a filed Bay of Many Coves one from an NZ escape (healthier days):
with a cheers to all for your incredible support over this month.
(and Dad will be posting a post operation update/biopsy result in coming days)
Thursday... surgery day... 11.35am (shit, I hate waiting!)... Jim's presumably in the skilled and tender care of people with white coats and way bigger brains than any of us. The best place he can be right now!
ReplyDeleteIt's times like this that many of us hope and wish there is a positive power 'much greater' at play... maybe there is, maybe there's not. Time to simply, and blindly, trust and believe that all is, and will, be fine. Time to pray, whether to Him if you believe, or to Leunig's duck if you believe in a different way.
Time to go to a quiet, contemplative space and do all I/you/we can to send Jim something positive as he would do for each of us...
Waiting, waiting 2:33pm, I think I'm finding this is'nt a scenareo where I could say, you could only imagine what Jims family are going through, because I believe I'm/we're right there in the same space with them at present.
ReplyDeletei think i've broken the refresh button on my browser... way past bedtime for this antipode so i'm going to sleep through the next bit of vigil... fingers and toes double crossed there'll be good news with my coffee in the morning...
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