A momentary respite

For the first time in many, many months, I had a moment of feeling full of energy, full of life, full of the joie de vivre I used to have BC (before the Big C). It was a very conscious, very aggressive burst of energy. Like the body said: 'Hey you, thanks for listening, I am going to be OK'.

Phew! Stop everything. Must savour the moment. This is fantastic! Baruch Hashem. Thank you G-d! OK, I am not going to go overboard. I am still a confirmed agnostic, so I am not on my knees praying, but hey, I am thankful to the universe, my doctors, the scientists who developed this drug and all the cancer sufferers who went before me and suffered while new drugs were tested on them. I am thankful to have had this momentary feeling of total well being. It's gone already, but now I feel new hope.

To add to this momentous occasion, the sun is shining. It's a glorious spring day in Sydney with a gentle breeze. I feel like going out into the garden to liberate the new lemon tree from all the weeds that have grown around it since it was planted by a friend for my birthday in July.

I feel like going down to the the Glebe foreshore for a long walk.

I feel like shouting to anyone who will listen how great it is to be alive.

I feel like kicking up my heels dancing, and forgetting about the 'later', when I know I will be on my back, on my bed, brainlessly watching a movie, because the body got tired of being so bloody 'healthy' and decided to give another warning not to overdo things.
But, I am smarter than the old bod. I am savouring the moment and not doing all the energetic things I want to do. I am slowly, but steadily continuing with what I had planned for the day. That way, I am going to make it to the theatre to see my good friend James Balian's new play as planned.  I've been so looking forward to it.