||[Nov. 12th, 2006|06:12 am]
Hello all again,|
It is now 12th November and I have only ten days to go before I come home. Having hated it so much it is not surprising that I am now starting to like it again, such is my naturally contrary nature.
The reasons for this change are twofold really. Firstly, my hostess has at last retired from her very difficult post as principal of a college in town. I think they gave her a rotten time there and she was glad to get out. Anyway, now she has and her whole demeanor has altered; she is like a different woman and the whole atmosphere is the house has altered accordingly. It's a pity I am not just arriving now - I don't think I saw the best of her at all, which is a shame. I am sure the treatment was on the ball but......
The second thing which has altered is the weather. Six weeks ago I didn't know where to put myself, such was the heat and the humidity which reached 99%! Really, I felt I was swimming from room to room and everybody, especially little Scottish boys from the arctic wastes of Glasgow, was soaking wet all the time. Horrid. However, now it is like a glorious, early autumn day, every day. The trees are still in bloom but there is that very slight early morning chill in the air that smacks of autumn. it is comfortably warm every day, with occasional showers - like one a week - and everyone is very comfortable in just a shirt. I don't think it is just me but I sense that the whole city is that bit more laid back in the cooler weather, not surprising really, I suppose.
However, I leave this comfort on the 22nd. I am told that it is cold in London but I will expect that I will welcome the novelty of the cold and am looking forward to it. I also suspect that the novelty will wear off pretty damned quick. I have a scan on the 27th, the results coming on the 29th. Madame, who is treating me here, has stated that the scan will be clear of cancer and that my arm, which is still very painful, will prove to be nothing drastic. She was quite definite about that which was encouraging. However, that stated certainty also gives me a yardstick of success or failure of the treatment here. She will either be proved right or proved to be in cloud-cuckoo land, me with her. The confidence is comforting but I am still very nervous about the scan. Let us just say there is a lot riding on it. I have such plans for things I want to do in the future, dying would really mess things up a bit - most inconvenient. However, what will be, will be. I have given this thing my best shot and am not finished yet. Indeed, according to the medics I have already beaten the odds; I was not meant to last this long yet here I am. Long may it continue.
I was asked at an orhestral committee meeting before I came out how I would like to be at the end of the year. I answered, 'Alive would be nice'. I know that what was being referred to was orchestral matters but I coldn't resist it. I feel I will be very much alive at the end of the academic year, no matter what the scan says,and so there is much to look forward to.
2006-11-14 12:24 am (UTC)
Greetings from Jill Bailey
I've just caught up with your blog - it sounds as if you have been busy in a noisy sort of way! Looking forward to the Beethoven. We'll all see you soon. The weather has become mild again in London, having recently veered from 14C to -1C over 48 hours. Very weird!
Hello there, sorry it's taken me a while to read your journal, I haven't been keeping up to date with stuff as methodically these last couple of weeks. I read both your entries with interest, and recognise the India I know, and the India which I warned you about! Still, if it makes you better, then it was worth it. You'll be home in a few days and I'll give you a ring. I'll be interested to know the outcome of your scan.
Speak soon, J.