Sore.

My son had his first ‘racing incident’, (beef), the other night at B.M.X. racing.

He was in his second race of the night after coming 4th or 5th in his first race and normally I would be kind and say well done but I thought I would try another angle this time to see how it worked, so in true supportive parenting style I said “you can do better than that”.. In a stony emotionless manner.

So he does his second race, gets a good start, gets caught up in the middle of the pack in about 4th and I have been encouraging him to overtake other riders, to find a gap and go for it, as I can see he has good speed, (maybe also because I’m so competitive and he is too I can see it in him, it just needs nurturing).
He finds a gap and goes for it. Unfortunately it is on a double, (a jump), when other riders are sailing through the air.
On the other side of the jump when the other riders are carrying a lot of momentum a rider has my son in his place and inevitably they tangle and go down to fine gravel track.

I cringed and felt terrible. (the reverse psychology worked too well).

He was a bit shaken up, he had some dirt on his riding gear from coming off but he was ok, I got him back on his bike and he did his next race.

He was curious about what it was like to have a crash during a race and had a taste of it. It’s not nice but it’s not that bad unless you really hurt yourself.

I can say that after countless times of getting a pedal in the shinbone, slamming my nuts on the frame, or just plain eating it and losing skin on my bikes over the years.

Anyway his bike is being looked at and being given a once over by a guy that has a cycle store in Nobby Beach, Queensland, Australia, some of the best cyclists in the world either ride for his shop or have been there.
Nobby’s is where my hair salon is and my apartment where I resided on and off since 2001.

It’s really nice. A sublime area that is only a few blocks wide.
I LOVED living there.
I have so many fond memories of living there up until I became ill.
Good old Nobby’s!

His B.M.X. comes back from the John’s cycle shop today.
I think I’m more excited about it than my son is.

There is race practice tonight and a club race on Friday evening.



I go into hospital for my monthly two days of I.V.I.G. treatment tomorrow and Friday.
Again a cold is trying to get hold of my body, it seems that a cold tries to get hold of me every month.

I really hope that having a cold doesn't make it harder for my body to receive what the I.V.I.G. is doing..

My immune system is very depleted.

A mate of mine just came back from seeing his uncle in Melbourne who just had chemotherapy.

Where I go for my I.V.I.G. treatment in the hospital the medical staff treat chemo patients, they wear protective clothing and protective glasses when handling it.

It is poisonous stuff.

A close friend has to fly to Melbourne for a funeral of a mutual friend’s lost fight against cancer.
Another very close friend’s Nan is in hospital fighting for her life at the moment too.

Cancer is a FILTHY disease!

The only constellation I can draw from is that some people find peace rather than suffering.