Cancer is a very tedious invasion of one's body. Here I am, 16:25, exhausted and riddled with inexplicable pain, like I'd just got home from a big day at the sawmill. My legs won't work today. I'm nauseous and totally invaded by chemodemo. Trying my best to keep my brain working.
Emptying old file boxes into the skip, I discovered this photo of our long gone mate, Thommo. It was with his star cap that Pat designed. In its band I found a note in my hand: "Thommo: the bloke with the Sunday School face and the Saturday night mind."