My friend Annie turned up at green tea time today (I used to say coffee time) clutching a dark chocolate cake and a little warrior. He is made of bronze, fits in the palm of my hand and was made by her late father, a wonderful sculptor. The warrior’s rectangular shield is held at an angle across his body resting on one muscly thigh. The other leg is flexed back. He’s looking through a straight visor in a pointed helmet. There are broad shoulders but no arms. The metal feels cold and heavy. He was made as a pawn for a chess set. I don’t think Mike finished the set.
Apparently Annie’s mum woke up today and said, ‘I know what we have to send Hester.’ I am hugely touched by this. And he really does look as if he is ready to defend the fortress. He is definitely not a panicker. Knows his own mind and will remind me to know mine.
He is accompanying me into battle on this the first day of chemo. I tied a lace around him and attached it to my jeans. He is coming with me wherever I go. When I am through this I will give him back, as he will be experienced and can accompany others.
When Fred wakes up I will get the photo of Warrior Man from his phone and upload it.
ps, did have a bit of chocolate cake even though mainly am eating strawberries, quinoa, almonds and green tea.