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June 30, 2012 / diannegray

The horizon’s bigger than it used to be

I haven’t been out in a l-o-n-g time. My best friend (husband) got sick about three years ago and if he doesn’t feel like going out, neither do I. It was only two months ago a doctor found he had a malignant pancreatic tumour and decided to do something about it.

Doctors are weird creatures, you can see ten of them before one goes, ‘hang on, I think there’s actually something wrong with you.’

Hallelujah! – What have we been telling you for the last three years?

Anyway, he was rushed into theatre and had what’s called a ‘whipple’ procedure where they remove part of the pancreas, stomach, gall bladder, bile duct, and the list goes on and on. The operation was successful and as far as we know he’s well on the way to recovery. In a future blog I’ll write about this experience and his symptoms if anyone out there (and I sincerely hope not) finds themselves in the same situation and needs someone to talk to.

So last night my son arrived from interstate for a world wind visit before embarking on 18 weeks of fire and rescue training. He’s been away for a few months and the phone started ringing three hours before he reached the front door. Old friends were waiting for him and because hubby had been so sick I didn’t want them all descending on the house.

Next best thing – I decided to head out with him to a local bar to meet up with his friends.

The place was great (apart from the Hulk Hogan doorman who accidently stepped on my foot) and I didn’t realise how much I missed crowds and jukebox music. Van Morrison, Cold Chisel, The Police, Credence – what a blast from the past! We played pool and won – I seriously don’t know how, maybe it was my misspent youth coming back to haunt me.

But then things got a bit weird. I was standing at the bar and someone mentioned a book they were reading, Soul’s Child. Naturally, my ears pricked because I wrote it. One of my son’s friends tapped the guy on the shoulder and said, ‘she wrote Soul’s Child’, and pointed at me. Next thing I know there are free drinks flowing and people are wanting to know why I wrote the book and did I really believe in ghosts and had I ever been ghost hunting. I realised then I’d been out of circulation for far too long.

I wish I was a good talker, but I’m not. I’m not used to drinking and after three glasses of wine I’m closing one eye to focus on faces and feeling my face flush to spontaneous combustion point. Luckily the lighting in these places is so bad that you need night vision goggles to find your way to the toilet.

When I got home at the ungodly hour of 8 PM hubby took one look at me and thought I was coming down with some kind of red-faced-night-sweats-pink-eye flu.

I slept like a baby.

As I said, I don’t get out much, but with hubby on the mend the future is looking a lot brighter than it was.


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  1. englishluke / Jul 1 2012 2:51 am

    This post made me smile, one of those warm smiles that come from deeper within. Thank you.


    • diannegray / Jul 1 2012 3:30 am

      Thank you, Luke! It’s a lovely feeling to know you’ve made someone smile 🙂


  2. Elizabeth / Jul 1 2012 7:59 pm

    Dianne, where might I find Soul’s Child?


    • diannegray / Jul 1 2012 9:37 pm

      Hi Elizabeth. It’s available on kindle or through my Amazon site.

      Let me know how you go 🙂


      • diannegray / Jul 1 2012 9:40 pm

        I actually put a link in my response, but it’s not showing up. If it doesn’t work go to my website –

        Thank you for asking 🙂


  3. Karmic Diva / Jul 2 2012 2:25 am

    Thanks for sharing this wonderful story.


  4. Naomi Baltuck / Jul 6 2012 10:28 am

    Hi Dianne, great story! A storytelling friend of mine was backpacking in Scotland, and got off the bus stop in a little town. He was almost done with his book, a folk tale collection retold by Duncan Williamson, so before he did anything else, he decided to finish it. A beat up old van pulled up across the street, but the man didn’t get out. He waited, and watched my friend Donald. When Donald finished the book, tucked it away and looked up, the man called out, “Did you like it?” It turned out to be Duncan, who lived in that town, who Donald was trying to screw up the courage to visit. Donald smiled and nodded. “Then get in, lad, and let’s talk about it.” It was the beginning of a deep and satisfying friendship.

    I am so glad that your husband is on the mend, and wish him a swift recovery.


    • diannegray / Jul 6 2012 8:25 pm

      Hi Naomi – what a wonderful thing to happen! Thank you for sharing. I love hearing these types of stories – as my mother would say ‘you wouldn’t read about it!’ I also love your adventures with your daughter (I also have a very close relationship with my daughter) and the pictures are brilliant. Hubby is doing well, thank you so much for your kind wishes


      • Naomi Baltuck / Jul 7 2012 7:26 am

        Hi Dianne,

        My mom said, “The best friends you’ll ever have are the ones you raise yourself.” I’m glad you and your husband have that joy and comfort and you get through this rough patch.


  5. bittercharm / Jul 9 2012 9:15 am

    I wish your husband a faster recovery, and will see about finding that book here in Netherlands.


    • diannegray / Jul 10 2012 8:50 am

      Now that would be interesting 🙂 Let me know if you ever find it. If it’s not available I’ll send you one


      • bittercharm / Jul 10 2012 10:20 am

        Finding an English book is always a challenge here. I went out today, I couldn’t find it in the local store, will check the library next.. will keep you posted on the out come.


  6. Russel Ray Photos / Jul 10 2012 5:26 am

    Thanks for letting me camp out in your blog for a little while today. I had a great time and tried to leave my campsite as good as when I arrived. I’ll be back!


    • diannegray / Jul 10 2012 8:12 am

      Wonderful! I’m wrapped in your images – keep up the great work



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