Waiting

Waiting


Waiting


There's something Machiavellian about an 18 day wait to receive the results of the eight brain scans taken in the MRI session last month.

Something very daunting about those machines - like sticking your head in a big bread maker/microwave hybrid. Then getting your head strapped and locked in place by two or three mask things - like a hockey goal keeper held down by his mask. But, once inside and perhaps because of or despite the cacophony of bizarre noises, I again fell asleep at times through the 40 minutes of scanning - maybe a defence mechanism.

But the hurt for me this time was seeing the family of a two year-old trying to go through the same thing - a two year-old not long for this world by the look in the eyes. Inconsolable very sick child in the big bread maker, strapped down by the head. It must be an evil machine for children to cope with. Mother of child hysterical in the corridor, the dad doing his best for both. Witnessing the paediatrics is the heart wrenching part of hospital visits. Kids and brain tumours - just isn't fair.

I find out if the mass is getting smaller, 'stable' or growing on Friday.

The great ocean walk is calling me whatever the outcome. Alcohol didn't help last Tuesday week (ouch), so a few days ambling alongside the Southern Ocean might, and I might have a few obscenities to scream from a cliff top. (She's a good listener).

Got to meet John Francis at the Healthy Parks Healthy People congress. Gave me great spark for taking on another stroll soon. Gotta walk.

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