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Sunday the 14th: Worst than the Worst Day: This day began with optimism. Much of the frantic craziness of the past 2 days had melted away. I had resigned myself to being there until Tuesday at least and besides we were getting visitors! Barry’s uncle and his wife arrived about noon with cheery smiles, listening ears and books for Bronwyn. We all went down to the cafeteria for lunch and after about an hour Bronwyn’s IV started complaining about the battery being low. We returned down the long hallways as fast as Bronwyn could manage while pulling along her loud beeping companion. Before we were even halfway back the battery ran out completely and the beeping became louder and faster. We giggled as we went, feeling like an ambulance rushing down the street at a snail’s pace.
Soon after we arrived back to the room, the Oncologist, whom I had had several chats with walked in with our beloved nurse, Donna [it is amazing how quickly one can become attached in times like this] and one of the doctors I recognized from our first night. The words out of the Oncologist’s mouth stopped the day cold.
“We have a diagnosis.” A diagnosis? How is that possible? I had believed that we were days away from such finality since the test to determine such a thing wouldn’t come until Tuesday. Had everyone forgotten about Tuesday? Glen and Ann, our visitors, left the room. The doctor sat down. I prepared myself to hear mono or some other virus, which would be tough enough to deal with. It had to be something besides cancer. We hadn’t done The Test!!!!
The doctor sat down. The doctor opened her mouth. “We’ve been looking at those funny shaped white blood cells under a microscope and were able to determine what it is. It’s leukemia.”
I felt the breath leave my body. I gripped my knees. I looked over at Bronwyn. She was white. The doctor continued to talk. I got up and sat beside Bronwyn on her bed and put my arm around her. I pressed my forehead to hers. I tried desperately to understand.
I don’t need a camera to remember the detail of that moment. It is an image stamped on my brain. When I looked back at the pictures from that day I was startled by the brightness of them. This is the image I want to remember.
ARB staff member Stephen Groover provides the aquanaut team and One World One Ocean media team with a vessel safety briefing.
ADDRESSING LOCAL RISK
Communities Addressing Local Risks
Multi-Stakeholder Segment, Working session - Commitments to Implementation
Organizer(s): WCDRR
Monday 16 March 12:00 - 13:30
Venue: Sendai International Centre Room N°: Exhibition Hall 1
Ive always admired the way the arabian women dress up. Beneath their black abayas, and shayla (scarf) they are the epitome of fashion, class and grace.
You will always see an Arabian woman's eyes are made up just perfect. And why not, eyes are the best feature of the face.
In this photo Ive picked upon some arabic aspects and put them together.. like henna on the hands, emeralds- which is their favorite stones( emeralds are considered lucky), blue eye make up and a coin scarf- usually used in belly dancing.
This photo is dedicated to a woman who is an inspiration to me in many ways. Although younger, I draw a lot of strength from her. She inspires and conspires to bring out the best of the woman and the photographer in me.
Oh.. and she loves my eyes!
G(limeonrocks) this is for you!