It's late on Saturday night and I'm glued to the television watching the Aussie broadcast of the Tour de France. I went to bed earlier thinking I was tired, but couldn't sleep, so I'm back up again with cuppa, laptop and heater for company. What magnificent athletes these cyclists are and what a beautiful country they are riding through. I know it's not everyone's ideal viewing, but I love it.
This week has seen me walk further - sometimes with companions and sometimes alone - but at a little faster pace each time. It feels good. I started out with a shuffle in my ugg boots and am now striding at a reasonable pace in my regular boots.
It's been several days since I took any pain killers, so that's good too. :) In fact, I wasn't taking pain killers for the last couple of days in the hospital. As the wound is the full length of my abdomen, I think it's quite significant that I got over the pain so quickly.
Am still having a nap most days, but today managed to get through the day without one and am still not really weary - so my stamina is obviously improving.
On Wednesday a friend drove me to Sydney to visit the Chinese Herbal doctor for the first time since the surgery. He commented that his acupuncture treatment has made a significant contribution to the quick recovery and the lack of need of pain killers. His main aim now is to keep my immune system strong to fight off any random cancer cells that might be looking for a comfortable site to settle in to.
Visits to Dr Chen always involve an acupuncture session where I lay and rest for about 20 minutes with needles poking into various parts of my body. Sometimes I drift off to sleep and other times I use the time to sort things out in my head. It's a good rest period after the 90 minute trip and before the return trip to Wollongong.
Still eating very well. Too well, really. Three good meals a day and then morning and afternoon tea when friends pop in for a visit. It's good for now - I need to regain the weight I lost from the surgery, but it can't keep happening after that! I've given away all my 'fat clothes'.
Tomorrow I'm off to Sydney once again - with a friend - to see the Eisteddfod of Sydney Operatic Aria semi-finals. Emma Moore, a local Wollongong girl, has made it through to the semi-finals and we are going to see and hear her sing. If she makes it to the final eight (8) she'll compete in the finals at the Opera House on 15 August. I saw her win the big prize in the Wollongong Eisteddfod recently. If she can win this competition, she'll be on her way to an international operatic career.
And next Sunday (18 July) I'll be Master of Ceremonies at the launch of a book of the history of my school - SCEGGS Gleniffer Brae.
This is the wonderful environment in which I spent my formative years. From the age of 8 to 16 I was a student at the Sydney Church of England Girls' Grammar School, Gleniffer Brae. It was housed in this magnificent manor house on a hill overlooking Wollongong and the Pacific Ocean.
What a privilege it was for my sister and I to be foundation pupils in February 1955 and for us both to be members of the teaching staff when the school closed in 1974.
"The School on the Hill - a History of SCEGGS Gleniffer Brae" by Dr. Marcia Cameron, will be hot off the press this coming week and will be launched at Gleniffer Brae next Sunday. Marcia and I were classmates in our high school years - we were 2 of only 3 Latin students in our final year who had to attend lessons on Saturday mornings, as our teacher came down from Sydney each week to give us lessons!
It has been a pleasure to reconnect and to work with Marcia while she has been compiling this history of our alma mater.
I'm excited about the event, as are the 150+ former students, parents and staff of the school who will attend the launch and collect the copies of the book that they have ordered.
Back to the Tour de France - the riders are at a feeding station in a valley in the Jura region - bags of food and drink held out for them to grab as they cycle past. Stunning scenery.
Time for another cuppa.
Terrie @ midnight