Last Saturday (May 7th) I posted my breaking news here. Since then the discussion has opened up with the dis-ease! With the vigilant medical team, I met the oncologist on Monday last,have done bloods in Cork, interiorised the news, and will hopefully start treatment next Thursday. That treatment hasn’t been fully fine tuned yet, probably involving radium, chemo, oral and mainline.
This is what I’ve written for the Duagh/Lyre Parish Newsletter:
“When I went for my six month check up a biopsy showed the presence of cancer. It’s disappointing but not unexpected and after meeting with the oncologist it is treatable. Because it’s early detection, in one place and I responded to treatment so well before there are a number of treatments I can get. I appreciate your prayerful support and we will continue to pray for each other for God is very near.”
We headed to Cork on Tuesday morning. It’s 170 miles return trip. It was foggy at 7am and I scribbled these few lines in the May morning dew:
“The Stillness of the morning
amplified by the fog
gave a sense that everything is incubating
The swallows dart silently around the shed.
The cuckoo has laid an egg in some unsuspecting small birds nest behind the Fort.
That voice of summer cuts the air like some transAtlantic jet ore head,
and I will continue to find joy in simple things.”
One of the Swallow’s nests.