Last Sunday was my birthday. The plan was to spend a fair
chunk of it at a picnic in leafy-green Yarralumla, getting some sun on my face
as I ate imported cheese, quaffed sparkling white and threw soft toys at my
baby daughter in the naïve hope that she might make some motion to catch them.
It didn’t quite go to plan (a public yoga presentation and a
howling gale put paid to that) but it was still a whole lot better than last
year’s birthday. That was spent in the cardio-thoracic ward of The Canberra
Hospital, awaiting the results of the biopsy on the huge mass that had been
found in my chest.
There was a small part of me that feared that last year’s
here) might in fact be my last one. Or at least my last one in the carefree
happy-go-lucky life to which I had become accustomed.
But a year on, I remain largely free of care (perhaps
sometimes too free of it for my own good), still chugging along much as I was
before my cancer struck. The biggest change by far in th…
Super Mario Bros aficionados of the original Nintendo era will remember a certain comforting rhythm to the game. The objective was to slay the dragon each fourth level, and in doing so seek to liberate a princess. But to gain the chance to take on the dragon you needed to confront various minor villains along the way, from Goomba toadstools to Koopa Troopa turtles to weapon-wielding Hammer Brothers, all while navigating rough terrain and preserving health and wealth. But should these challenges prove too demanding a player would never even reach a dragon and the princess would forever remain captive.
Right now the chances for me to battle my dragon are proving rather elusive. Desperate as I am to unsheathe my sword and deliver a strong first blow, instead I find myself in close combat with more pesky minor enemies along the way.
A biopsy on the lump in my mediastinum a few weeks back appears to have caused some complications relating to my lungs. This has left me with a pneumothorax, …