This is my second week of part-time working. I can report that it agrees with me a great deal. It’s like having Easter every week! Good Friday, and Very Good Monday. The only problem (if you can call it a problem) is that my routine is all over the shop. I’ve been sleeping in and having a nap in the afternoon, which messes up my nights.
Part of the predicament is that I’m now reading Will Self’s Umbrella. I sit down fully intending to get through a few chapters, but it’s tough going and seems to require a nap every ten pages.
B and I have been enjoying spending more time together but lately he has been feeling a bit down. Not for any specific reason, just a general ‘I have brain cancer’ lowness. Part of it is the usual problem – his days lack structure and activity.
With this in mind, yesterday we walked across the common to an appointment I had arranged at Trinity Hospice.
I know what you’re thinking. Perfect! What could be more uplifting for a depressed cancer patient than a day trip to an end-of-life care facility? Before I plunge even further in your esteem, far away from that much-coveted ‘wife of the year’ trophy, let me explain.
Trinity Hospice does have inpatient wards for those perilously close to meeting their maker but it also has an outpatient centre called Mulberry Place. This allows people diagnosed with serious illnesses to take advantage of free services such as counselling, physiotherapy and complementary therapies. It’s a light, bright place with an award-winning garden. Not deathy at all.
The staff organise a 12-week plan which aims to address any problems the patient is experiencing. They’re about to start a workshop in fatigue management which could be very useful for B. He has also signed up for counselling and is having a massage tomorrow.
So you see, that trophy may still be within reach after all.