It's the day before Good Friday. The jungle drums are vibrating. There is a building sense of excitement in the air as the countdown to the Victorian start of the AFL season begins. Now as a Carlton supporter, I had no shortage of coverage in the off season about how the Blues, with Head Driver, Mighty Mick Malthouse, was an express train to September finals with no stopping at any other stations along the way. But I should add that after less than stellar appearances in the "Who Cares Cup" I seemed to come across quite a few passengers jumping off this Mickey Train!!! - including, it has to be said, Mick himself, who when being courted for the job, was very comfortable with the depth and capability of the line-up. In the weeks before the season start though, he seemed to be creating some wriggle room in the event of thwarted expectations.
Is it just Siobhan and I who think that Mick didn't really want to coach Carlton per se ? That really he just wanted to prove to Eddie that other clubs still saw him as an attractive and virile coach capable of still getting it up- oops sorry, getting Carlton up into the finals.........Clearly Mick wasn't ready to be relegated to the viewer wasteland of late night footy talk shows with poor production values populated by portly middle- aged men who are hirsutely challenged ? Let's talk again at Round Six Craig, about how effective this coaching coup has turned out to be shall we??
So in my preparations to meet the footy gang for a per-match dinner and discourse, I get a phone call mid afternoon from my GP with the results from my biopsies. The Imaging place had kindly put a rush on the results from the tests done the day before. She originally tells me its both some good news and some bad. The good news being that one of the lumps tested has no dodgy cells but that in the other lump, that I have DCIS - ductal carcinoma in situ - a pretty good thing as far as it goes because these cells are not quite yet cancer cells - still need to be treated but its relatively good. So we exchange a little yeah and we tee-up an appointment for after Easter.
Fast forward a few hours and I am at the Baden Powell Hotel with Siobhan waiting for the Carlton crew and I get another call from my GP. She explains that she went into the surgery and read the report in detail (her first reading was done via the phone because she actually wasn't working on the day) and she advised that she had some more bad news and that was that there was also some fully fledged breast cancer cells associated with the lump as well as the DCIS. So it was a bit more serious.
So, I put this news to one side for a few hours. I can process it later. I will be able to have some influence and shape how I will deal with this cancer caper after Easter. Tonight the pressing challenge of Carlton v Richmond was in the hands of one Mick Malthouse.
Is it wrong that I felt more apprehension about this one?
Go Bluies!!!!!
Kelly
(And can someone tell Mick to lose the "flavour savour" - it is so Boganesque - fine for Collingwood
but he is with Carlton now!!)
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