They gave me a CD with the scans to bring home, but we can't open it on any of our devices. No matter, really, we know I have a brain, and it's safe in its cranial vault.
My rad onc will be working on the planning phase over the next few days, and I'm not sure when I'll start the CT/RT combo, but that's okay. Recovering from brain surgery is tiring, and having a delay before treatment starts means that I'm getting lots of rest, rehydration, and nutrition. And delightful interactions with other people! It's so wonderful to hear other people's stories. Nice, simple, everyday tales, or dramas or love strories. or work intrigues. There are so many fascinating stories in people's lives.
A lot was achieved in our house today. Removalists came to take Hannah's things to Canberra, where she will be living with Ben's brothers Solomon and Jacob. One wheelchair, one bath board, one over toilet seat, three cartons, and one very carefully packed mantle clock. I had packed her things a few weeks ago, feeling slightly guilty for not having the time and energy to sort through all the bills and papers that elderly people accumulate, but knowing that it was the careful packing of sarees and plates and various knicknacks that would matter the most (I hope they are safe!), and I trust that my in-laws will forgive me for not sorting through the papers.
While on site, I had the removalists move some furniture within the house. The old wardrobe that I found and stripped back while living in Carlton in the early 1990s is now in the small bedroom upstairs, and the window that it blocked in my walk-in-robe is in desparate need of a gauzy blind. The treadmill is now in the rumpus area upstairs, fitting perfectly under the slope of the roof until I'm able to start using it again. The little cupboard that Mum's father made is upstairs too, full of sumptious fabrics I collected in SE Asia two decades ago, and items suitable for gifting for others.
The large flokati rug that has never lived under our bed will be finally assuming its correct position tomorrow. Little Popo, our departed Tibetan Spaniel, was a compulsive marker, so it's been kept unused for over 10 years. Now that he's gone, it will spread sumptiously out from under our bed. Bliss!
The old sofa set from Eltham is off to be reupholstered - turquoise, I think, to match a mosaic mirror frame in our family room. And then the dreary brown sofa set currently in the family room will go upstairs to the rumpus.
A few bags of hoarded clothes and jackets have been donated to charity.
It feels great to have moved things around, the energy in the house is feeling better, and Lord knows we need it.
I was horrified to find a bundle of Tibetan prayer flags in a dining-room drawer the other day. They belong tied up in the air, so that the wind can take the prayers and float them across the universe. I don't know why I'd neglected to put them up when we moved in 2010 - maybe I couldn't find a place? The first place I found was perfect, running across the back of the house, from the kitchen window to the back door.
I feel the desire to buy many more prayer flags and fly them in our garden. It will look like a hippy place on the hill, but I want to fill the sky with prayers for compassion and health and joy and forgiveness and joy and unconditional, endless love for all sentient beings.
(a child of the 70s finallly entering her latent hippy phase.)
All you need is love.
Love is all you need.
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My kind removalists
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| staple-removing scissors |
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