Our Brother friend went home after his first chemo treatment. He was in pain and not comfortable at home. At his next scheduled visit he was re-admitted to hospital with failing kidneys and he was not lucid. He is now under care in the brand new Box Hill hospital. Treatments have been rethought and he may undergo radiotherapy as well. In spite of assurances from doctors that all will be well, other medical opinions are not so good. On this, I am a bit the glass is half empty. I don't have good feelings about it.
It was a couple of weeks ago when R received a text from Brighton Antique Dealer. She would not be able to attend any of my birthday functions as she fallen, stepped on a stone in her building's courtyard, and broken her femur bone. After a couple of days in hospital, she was moved to an expensive and brand new private rehabilitation hospital. We visited her last week, travelling there by tram because it was the easiest option. She is progressing well, using a walking frame to move about, but is somewhat mentally fragile. She is the antithesis of my similarly aged mother. BAD is an outgoing achiever, still running her own business, interested in the larger world, financially secure and has everything going for her. It is hard to see her struggling with a lack of confidence, as she clearly is. Her dyke daughter and the daughter's partner are being very solicitous. While I know them, I don't care too much for them. She should be back home by now and the bone healed within a few weeks.
It poured rain while we were at the hospital. We had coffee with BAD and she showed us her quite luxurious room. The rain stopped but we just missed a tram as we left the hospital, so instead of tramming it, we had ten minutes to get to the station before the next train. We walked briskly down the hill and made it with a minute to spare. In no time we were in the city, getting a couple of things at the shops.
It's a pretty little trip through Melbourne's expensive and leafy inner suburbs towards the city once you leave Gardiner on the Glen Waverley line. Gardiner is not the most attractive station though.
We are on our way to having two or more protective service officers at
every suburban railway station from 6pm until the last train. Of course something had to be built for
their comfort. These guards come at great expense and I am not sure if it is worth the cost, especially at small and quiet stations where there is never trouble.