Tuesday, July 05, 2005


The course of treatment finished today. Weak and exhausted, he confided, "I might not make it back, Pats."

"You've done better than most," his nurse confirmed. "You'll be feeling fine in a month's time," his doctor assured. They've given him nothing but straight talk and encouragement, small talk and laughter. They've listened to all his fears and answered every question with compassionate action. They've played his favourite music while they set up and aimed. They've talked of pets and catnip and shared stories of home and away.

Thank you Joyce and Patti, Sarah and Maria, Dr. Lukka and all. Thank you for caring for my father these past eight weeks.

I had never painted the notion, cancer clinic, in rainbow-shades of kind regard until now.


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