Bursting the bubbles

Bubble blower and bubbles on London’s South Bank, (c) Carole Edrich 2013

It’s nine in the evening. I ache from fatigue but it has been a good day. I’ve been the subject of a photofilm that Duckrabbit are creating. I’m fairly peripheral, being a case study that highlights how much better things might be should the development of a specific targeted chemotherapy delivery method be successful. I think they selected me from others primarily because I photograph dance.
 

Bubbles on London’s South Bank with Duckrabbit team in background, (c) Carole Edrich 2013

Despite the fact that I’ve regained what, before the cancer, was my regular early-morning sense of excited anticipation, I’ve recently found myself on a hiatus, unable to make progress in creative and administrative aspects of my life. Now today is over I realise it came about because I’ve been confronting some of the demons associated with my cancer in anticipation of this duckrabbit day. Not, as I had thought, as a result of the infection I’ve been fighting or of any external event at all. A bubble-chain of chemo and post-chemo memories have been examined, dealt with properly, put on display and then burst under the pink-gold light of today’s early evening sun.
 

Bubbles on London’s South Bank with Duckrabbit team in background, (c) Carole Edrich 2013

Four years and the biggies have been sorted. The decks are clear.
Time to reflect on what happens next.