Saturday, August 15, 2015

The Coonara



We have a Coonara wood fired heater in the farm house.  It is our main form of heating the house, and it is just marvelous.  You light the fire, close the glass door, turn the fan on, and watch it blaze and heat up the entire house.

Naturally, the Coonara sits in one room, and we found that this room would heat up to 27 deg. C in the middle of winter, while the rest of the house was pushing 17.  So we installed a heat distribution system.  There is an air intake in the ceiling close to the Coonara, which then distributes the warm air to three different regions in the house.  Each region is controlled by a switch in the wall.  The regions are the bedrooms, the bathroom and laundry, and the master bedroom with walk-in robe and en-suite.  Each region has three outlets.

Before we go to sleep we pack the Coonara as full of wood as we possibly can and turn on the Coonara fan.  We turn off the distribution fans and turn the burn rate on the Coonara down to minimum, so the wood burns nice and slow.  Depending on the wood, and how well it's packed, a full Coonara can burn for up to 6 hours.

As the wood burns down to a handful of ashes, and the Coonara cools, it goes "bing" like a single sound of a gong.  This bing usually wakes me up.  Sometimes at 3am.  Sometimes at 5:30am.  Or anywhere in between.  I jump out of bed, re-stack it with fresh wood and boil the kettle.  If the embers have burned down really low, and the wood is a bit poor, I'll leave the Coonara door slightly ajar to suck in more air and get the fire going again.  I'll grab a glass of hot water and watch the fire re-light, then shut the Coonara door, and head back to bed.  Some nights, it means heading back to sleep.  Other nights, it merely means lying snug in bed for half an hour before needing to get up.  It doesn't matter - there's nothing nicer than getting dressed in front of a chugging Coonara.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Cancer Survivor

Five years ago I was diagnosed with breast cancer.  It was in its early stages at the time of diagnosis, which means it hadn't spread beyond the breast, but it was the most aggressive type of breast cancer.

Today, I have been declared as "Cancer free", as having beaten the disease, as being a "Cancer Survivor".  One.  Big.  Fat.  YAY!

Am I excited?  Well ... yes and no.  Of course I'm excited.  I'm mega excited.  I might even have something naughty like a piece of cake to celebrate.  That's like uber excited for me.

So, why is part of me "not excited"?  Because the five year mark is a mere medical milestone that now discharges me from my breast surgeon, back to my GP.  It allows me to get various forms of insurance that will cover me for cancer.  It's a formality.  And quite frankly, chemo has taken so much out of me that I'm not sure it's worth wasting my energy on "getting excited".

The truth is, the real war on cancer for me rages on, and will rage on for the rest of my life.  It's about walking a fine line between eating right, sleeping right, exercising enough, and yet still enjoying life to the fullest.  It's not easy and it takes a lot of thought, planning, correct information about nutrition, and an abundance of good habits.