I'll have what she's having....

Oh oh oh my god. I am sitting here at my screen nursing my big, fat, satiated tummy after cooking myself up THE most yummy brekky fry-up of Boks bacon, egg, tomato and a large field mushroom. How much better does life get than this Sunday morning contentedness with the world in the full knowledge that the sun is shining; that bacon was the best flavoured stuff I've had since childhood and, best of all, it's a holiday tomorow!

During chemo treatments many moons ago, I promised myself that if I survived, I would put these special moments and experiences at the top of my priority list. I wouldn't waste a single moment of whatever life I had left in me. I would obey all those instructions that you generally find in schmaltzy, syrupy, feel-good emails promising a fuller and enriched life if you follow these simple doctrines (which leave me pretty frustrated with life cos generally the people who forward these emails on are the people who should actually go out & DO what they're telling everyone else to do, in order to get full satisfaction out of life).

I sat patiently & hopefully receiving my intravenous chemo hour after hour, chatting nervously to the others around me. We all expressed fear, and disbelief, at our circumstance, and all were positive that we would beat it, and survive to continue our lives. Of that group, I am the sole survivor. I take nothing for granted. I do all the things I do daily in the certain knowledge that all those who sat with me at the Royal in the chemo treatment rooms would give their life (and have done) to be here now, feeling the sun on their face, eating the (unhealthy?) fried food, whinging about the huge hydro bill etc. I do these things in memory of them.

So - there's the Taste of Huon beckoning, there are beaches galore to walk idly along either on your own or with a cherished one, there is fine food to be pigged down, or lovingly prepared.

Go to it guys - and eke all you can out of it. Milk it for all it's worth. As Robin Williams character says in 'Dead Poets Society', Carpe diem - seize the day.