Can I beat Myeloma?

After 4 weeks of Christchurch hospital and rubbish weather we finally made it back to a sunny warm Queenstown. We have still been out exploring and adventuring despite me being so sick. Before we left, Sarah dragged me up one of the Port Hills, whilst I panted and puffed like a train. 2 hours and I managed 3km! Sarah kept doing shuttles back and forth to make sure I hadn’t collapsed and probably did 3x this distance. The hill was filled with gorse. Lots of daffs and flowers out all over Christchurch as Spring arrived several weeks before its official date. Most of the flower shots in the rest of the blog are from the botanic gardens (my favourite place) We were so excited when we were told we could go home. We celebrated with a cheese sandwich by Lake Tekapo near the Church of the Good Shepherd. When you can’t taste anything, it is just a matter of getting the calories down in the easiest way possible. We were both convinced that the main road used...

I’ve finally been let out of hospital and have started to feel a bit better, albeit I am still walking very slowly and feel exhausted after only a few hundred meters. We have been adventuring as soon as possible post escape. Fresh air and sunshine is a natural healer. I managed a short walk around Akaroa on the Banks Peninsula. The town had more French flags than NZ.  It was settled by both Brits and French in 1840 but the French influence and pride has endured. I managed to get to the lighthouse and back in 3 hours. Not very far, with lots of stops to sit on a bench, snooze and watch the world go by. Needless to say, Sarah climbed up a few hills whilst I was pottering around. She found a curry track where the gorse smelled like the name of the track, a local Maori sculpture and a sign trying to dissuade Mountain bikers. We stopped on the way at Little River art gallery. Could not get the bear in the car. Picked up a small metal b...