Andrea Murphy

(I did politely ask if I could be privy to their reasoning, so on Tuesday I'll be going in to the cancer centre to meet a doctor, one I've never met before and who wasn't the one who made this decision.)

A little rant about our hospital's "shared patient model." After surgery & chemo for ovarian cancer I next went on niraparib. My blood counts plummeted so drug was put on hold for 3 weeks. Today I'm instructed by the nurse to go back on. No explanation, no communication from any of the doctors. 😬

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A residential street on a sunny afternoon. A man shovelling out the windrow at the end of a driveway, and a snow-covered car.

Shovelling slowly on this sunny day.
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Ah, I read that book few years ago. A good one.

Pls forgive my pedantry (!) but that looks a teeny bit cropped. This is from NG website:

A hardcover copy of “The Broken Road” by Patrick Leigh Fermor.

You’ve prompted me to bring it out :)

Yes, I enjoyed those a lot, maybe about 15 years ago. And I have another, "The Broken Road - from the Iron Gates to Mount Athos" based on texts that he hadn't had time to finish when he died in 2011. But I haven't read it yet!

Manichaeism! She was drawn to it. (I've been reading Black Lamb and Grey Falcon.)

Inside page of Matt Cohen’s The Disinherited, with very yellowed paper

…with their yellowed pages!

A card with Lawren Harris’s First Snow, North Shore of Lake Superior (1923).

The snowy one made me look over at a card on the mantel (because echoes).

Such a feeling of lush depth, esp. in the left foreground

I wonder. We have two. They're good solid hangers, so I don't imagine people throw them out!

A wooden hanger with “Hollanderized garments keep their beauty longer” resting on a bookshelf.

I can’t resist:

A wild turkey huddled on a snowy back porch, next to some cedars.

5 p.m. She’s puffed up all her feathers on this very cold day.

Thanks.! I may try that for my very old cyclamen.

Lovely. What kind of soil is best for them?

A snowy backyard. A wild turkey launching herself off the back porch.

Same, but she is a bit higher up.

4:30 PM. And up she goes…

I'm somebody going through ov. cancer too, and I appreciate your posts. Best wishes.

Can I moan a bit about my ongoing peripheral neuropathy (an effect of the chemo I had)? Nerves were damaged in hands and feet. Feet numb and buzzy, and an unpleasant sensation when my fingertips touch anything, even turning pages of a book. I’m told it may go away eventually, they just can’t tell.

Ah, right across from Produce Depot. Will keep in mind—thanks!

Ever been to the Momo Spot on Holland? Delicious, and run by nice people from Nepal.

They were moving, yes, but they have to idle part of time while they wait to be next. Bad memories here, too.

The link doesn’t work.

Two huge trucks waiting for their snow-load.

A large snow removal machine, shooting snow into a truck.

Ottawa convoy (snow removal version)

Yes, I just read that too. And big ears! Let’s go with mule deer. 🤓

…or perhaps mule deer?

I am not certain, but they might be young elk. (And I know there are a lot of elk in & around Banff!)

Might they be elk? They look chunkier than deer.

🤍 I wish the best for you. I've had to do a lot of studying on my own because when the doctors spout numbers at you, it isn't easy to grasp, and you find yourself nodding because you know they are pressed for time.