It's been ages since I was here, my family has been rocked by the news that my eldest son has tumours on his liver, and almost certainly has cancer. He's in Slovakia with his wife, she's Slovakian, and they were going hiking in the mountains, till John fell ill.
The hospital care has been outstanding, but so much pressure is on Tatiana, as John doesn't speak the language.
Constantly, I think this is a bad dream and then the realisation hits me. this won't go away, it's real. It feels hard to believe as the boys have all been so healthy.
Just to complicate things, I have to have an operation for my aneurism, which can only be done in Brisbane, our state capital.
I just went down for an assessment, 10 hrs in The Spirit of The Outback(train) the Malaysian doctor said she could fly home in that time

The Tilt Train back was about 8 hrs, so an improvement, but not as iconic.
Not sure whether it was just me, but Brisbane air conditioning seems twice as cold as Rocky. They had to get me a hot blanket before my ECG, because I was shivering so much.
Have been trying to catch up, but it's a lot of pages!
Ginny, after memorising Morte D'Arthur, I've been looking around for my next memory task, and Ulysses is on my shortlist.
Re language, a lot of Aussies, mainly men say me instead of my. Me book, me boss etc. I used to jump on the boys, if I heard them saying it. Yuk!