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Timing Is Everything And Sometimes We Get It Wrong.

When champagne is the order of the day, being in the right place at the wrong time doesn’t matter.

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Author’s image of herself in a lovely pink hat, after going to see her oncologist for the final time, in September 2013. It was the end of her cancer treatment, and she celebrated with champagne.
Author’s image of herself in a lovely pink hat, after going to see her oncologist for the final time, in September 2013. It was the end of her cancer treatment, and she celebrated with champagne.

September 2013 was definitely a month that needed getting my timing right.

Before my six-monthly cancer follow-up with the oncologist, I had a series of special blood tests and then an MRI, with dye pumping into my arm while the scanning was happening.

These intrusive procedures were done in the right sequence, so the reports were ready for my meeting with Dr Ng. With a sore “mousing” finger, I grabbed a referral from my GP and had an X-Ray done at the same time, so my oncologist could check that out, too.

Having had cancer, you do get a little paranoid from time to time.

Dressed to the nines.

On the day, I dressed to the nines in a cream suit and a fabulous pink hat and looked lovely. The scan was clear; the world was bright, and I left the clinic in Subiaco with a clean bill of health from my oncologist. I did not have to see her again.

I set off for the city to explore several of the newly renovated laneways around Murray and King Street’s — where little bars are enticing and new experiences await you.

I was excited because I was going to a Social Media event at Wolf Lane and had arranged to meet several online friends there. Taking directions from a PCC Parking Inspector, I found the laneway off King Street quite quickly and being early, I took a seat in a bar opposite and ordered coffee and a couple of Pinchos. These are small serves of food often on a tiny slice of bread. I chose my own from a serving display and each one had a cocktail stick in the centre.

The cocktail stick helps keep the food in place on the bread (if you have chosen one with a bread base) and the bartender uses them to tally up your bill at the end of your meal or snack. They were delicious.

I had fun with the iPhone, whiling away an hour or so and when it was the right time, I checked out the loo upstairs (very funky wallpaper) and then walked across the lane to the Wolf Lane bar — anticipating the Social Media Event.

My timing could not have been more off! The young woman inside was quite freaked out — because it turned out the event was actually the following Tuesday. I was a week early.

We had a good laugh; I confessed all on Facebook and returned to the bar for a glass of their best champagne. I was really in a mood to celebrate my good news.

As September progressed and I celebrated my new found health, my timing proved to be off, more than once!

Surviving Cancer.

Never forget I didn’t get here by myself.
My family and my Facebook friends carried me through the darkest days.
I would never have made it without you all.
I was never alone. ❤️❤️❤️

I am very mindful of good friends who have not been as lucky as I. Whose prognosis has not been so fortuitous. Whose treatment has brought a time of relief, but cannot guarantee there will be no relapse.

I am very mindful of friends and family recently diagnosed, who face the future unsure and dismayed.

I am deeply mindful of friends like Sue Zowty, who fought like a Trojan, was always uplifting and encouraging, and who helped me through some tough times when she herself was facing her own final days. RIP Sue. You inspired me, every day.

All I can wish for you, if you or your close ones, have to deal with this diagnosis of cancer, of any kind, that you have a loving family to support and guide you, and that your medical team treats you with alacrity and respect.

That you learn to trust your instincts on what is best for you, regardless of what others say or send you through the Internet (even with the best of intentions), and that you find an inner strength you didn’t know you have, but that has always been there, to help you do what once was unthinkable.

The power of the human spirit — when positive and focussed — can achieve amazing things.

Don’t forget to pray. While you may not believe in God in the traditional sense, trust the power of the life force of the Universe. Let its angels carry you safely through any dark days ahead.

Author’s image of herself after her hair was shaved before she had chemotherapy. She is wearing a red top.
Author’s image.

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Lesley Dewar There's always another story to tell
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