Another beautiful autumn day. The crowds were out in the parklands walking he many paths. At the gradation works a line of people sat with their backs to the afternoon sun while they breathed in the cool, vibrant air. No one walks at speed around Bad Salzhausen: aged people with walking frames are common. It's rare to see a young person, except at the hospital where they are both patients and nurses. Occasionally I'll see a youthful jogger, very occasionally.

This afternoon I went to the Barus Circus which has been playing in Nidda for over a
week. It has just seven performers, apart from the animals: there's a lot of multi-tasking. A girl of about eight years of age sold popcorn before the show, performed as an acrobat/gymnast, did a supporting act as a belly-dancer, and finished by interacting in a comedy sketch with the clown. Children still squeal with delight at the antics of the clown and get into a complete mess while working their way through a mountain of fairy floss, nowadays, regretably called 'candy floss' by Australian children. (Don't get me started on language imperialism, or am I just old fashioned?)

Recalling the hysterical laughter of children reminded me of my own childhood. The
town in which I grew up had a festival each year. When I was about eleven years of age I went with some mates after school to the town hall where a section had been temporarily turned into a cinema. A silent, slapstick comedy film, probably from the 1920's, was showing. Word had gone around school that it was a 'must see'. In one scene a number of men were in line digging in a trench with picks. As a car drove over the men in the trench their upward swinging picks caught the rear axle of the car resulting in each being flung into the air one after the other. The laughter that this scene generated was of the knee slapping, give me oxygen so I can laugh some more, rocking backwards and forwards in my seat, tears running down my cheeks,
and looking at my friends and being assured and infected by their laughter, type. Later we swore amongst ourselves that if we watched the film a hundred times we
would laugh just as much. Laughs like these are the great immune boosters: we all need more of them.


This evenig before dinner we had another viewing, the third now, of the DVD 'Healing'. About a dozen of us watched it, a couple for the second, and for me the
third time. What an impactful film! Everyone who has watched it is moved by this thought provoking look at the healing that takes place in Abadiania. I'm so joyed I've had the opportunity to share it with so many others, some of whom I'm sure will make the journey to the Casa when their time is right.

The highlights of today's therapies were the foot reflexology followed immediately by a back massager. I allow myself to become fully immersed in these experiences.

Most of the patients who were here when I arrived have left. There are always new faces appearing at the clinic. As I've come to realise most of them have been here before, some many times. It seems to me they come for 'maintenance': topping up their therapies to keep their cancers in check. I've only heard of one patient say he is 'cancer free'. There's never going to be a shortage of patients, so pervasive is this disease.

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