I have started taking my exercise down by the lake - mostly because it's flat, but also because it's pretty. There is green grass (the only place in Canberra there is! we haven't had decent rain in six weeks, so if you want green you need somewhere artificially watered) and open spaces and not many people.
I've had a slightly depressing week - I went and saw the oncologist for a regular check up and I am perfectly healthy and fine - but there have been some new studies out and he wants to change the preventative drugs I am on. I am all in favour of new studies (and happy the doctor keeps up with them) but I had reached an accommodation with the old drugs ... these could be better, or could be worse, I just have to find out. Sigh. And it means back in the chemo ward once a month for an injection, which again is fine, they are lovely there ... but despite everyone's best efforts it's not exactly the most cheerful place in the world.
And to top it off the studies show that it's best to keep on the drugs and keep seeing the doctors for ten years, rather than five. So just when I thought I was nearly shot of the whole damn enterprise it looks like I'm not. I hadn't realised until he said it how much I was looking forward to being rid of it all! But I'm not going to argue with a study that says it's better for keeping people like me alive. It's just made me a bit gloomy, which is why here is a shot of flowers.
This is the remains of the rose garden in the Parliamentary triangle, it is just about past its best but some flowers are still hanging on. This isn't a very good photo, it is actually quite colourful still.