In rehab!

On Saturday, after 2 weeks of fitness rehab with a trainer at the gym in Parkview, I found myself at the gym, alone, working through a series of exercises and, in so doing, I realised I'm actually in rehabilitation. What delight. This human body is so forgiving. I have tormented it with surgery, radiation, chemo, cortisone and Ipi and now it is allowing me to get over it all and get strong again.

My two superficial melanoma affected lymph glands (palpable lumps) have both shrunk from the size of peas to match heads. This indicates a positive response to the countless number of prayers said for me, Ipi or maybe the Dendric Cell Vaccine or maybe the treatment with the Skia machine and homeopathy, and probably all of the above. Profound positive expletives apply, whopee!

I will have CT scans soon and Dr Keo has warned that they may not show a positive response yet. I will be suprised if they don't.

Life has been absolutely marvellous, with the spotlight on Ali as he has finished school. We had a glorious week of prize giving, the Matric Art Exhibition and the leaving Valedictory, which left us all emotionally exhausted and on a high. The deep and quiet triumph of being there in full health was profound. Then Al did his driver's licence on Friday and passed. What rapture! The sudden and immediate move from child to adulthood is astounding to behold.

I had a mad moment of missing James at the Sunday lunch table last week, so generous Tim has flown him up for 6 days to study for exams. Mother bliss with all 3 at home, making tea and baking cakes to keep the studying boys nourished.

Nic has been in Mpumalanga for the weekend at a conference at Phakamani Bank, where she worked a bit last year. The project, based on Mohumed Younis' Grameen Bank, is thriving. She has some exciting plans ahead.

A month of exams, then a month of holidays, what more could I wish for?