Mel: I'm finding it difficult to be happy.
R.: What would make you happy?
Mel: Hmmm .... I don't know. Security in the future.
R.: No one has security in the future.
Mel: I thought I did, and I was happy. Then it was taken away from me.
R.: My scan was clear. I feel fine.
Mel: It takes its toll.
R.: You're telling me - I've got a fucked up shoulder, lost my saliva and have less energy than before.
We laugh. We're sitting outside in the morning sunshine, on a white painted bench, drinking coffee. And it's looking like a beautiful day ......
Painting: A certain light after a storm - prints of Cornwall www.melaniemcdonald.com
