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Turbo-charged attack

Charlotte is preparing for her second round of this second chemo series.  The nausea came, and was contained with super strength antiemetics.  Whilst energy levels and breathlessness serve to remind us of the alien's antics, the schedule permits some important reprieve and I have been delighted to spend some very chilled out time with someone who truly understands the meaning and value of 'rest'.  

She remains one of the greatest teachers I've ever had.  And I've had some goodens.  Her humble acceptance of life on life's terms continues to inspire me.  Her humour through it all never ceases to amaze me.  It's contagious and my own life is injected with meaning by her exceptional wisdom, strength and hope.  

And then there's her fortitude.  This week's activity schedule included a breathlessness workshop and a session on the turbo trainer...  Charlotte remains an athlete.  She knows her body and she respects her dynamic limitations.  Within them, however, anything's possible.  Including turbos.  Alien beware. 

Fortitude...  It means fixity of purpose.  It means endurance.  
It means having the strength to live with what constrains you.  
Hilary Mantel


Fortitude is the marshal of thought, the armour of the will and the fort of reason.
Francis Bacon



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