Halfway. End of cycle 2

It will come as no surprise that since Sarah arrived in Sydney, we have been out and about adventuring. Whilst this has improved my step count and helped the chemo go round, I am also more exhausted as the drugs take effect and the brain fog begins. It has been a busy time. I’ve been selling some of the furniture that came with the apartment on Gumtree. Replacing kitchen gear loaned to us; buying things we like; experimenting with different recipes. As proud godmothers, we watched Nick, a fine young man with a mop of hair to die for, run in an end of season race. Although Sarah was itching to run too, a puppy was provided to distract her. Thank you Carolyn and Mark. Our standard route into the city is a walk over the Harbour bridge. Exploring the arts we checked out the Archibald exhibition; our favourite was a gruelling self-portrait by a Mostafa Azimitabar, a refugee held on Manus island painting only with a toothbrush and coffee. He looks like an IT guy I used to wo...