August has come and if the oncologist was/is right this could be or have been the last month of Kamalashila’s life. But he seems to be doing much better with the cancer than predicted, according to the specialists. It hasn’t spread as much as was expected. It has spread though. As it is finding its way into more tissues, it is producing more pain.
Yesterday was a tough day. KS received an injection that should stop too much calcium coursing through his blood. And also a biopsy was made, which may or may not lead to some treatment. As I was walking along the river and through parks with an old friend from the Netherlands, KS was asleep most of the day or being wheeled to procedures. My friend and I were picking the shady side of streets and spending time in galleries till visiting times at the hospital were starting. Sitting next to KS whilst he was sleeping, sometimes holding his hand, I felt the Summer in my body. Thunder rolled over the hospital. The blue folding curtains around his bed were hinting at blue skies. The bright lamps overhead were emulating the sun. It was humid. He was mostly so exhausted he could not stay awake. But he told me he was pleased I was near him. And I was happy to be there, but worry was visiting as well.
