that break at the Coast.  We have always had a theory that we sort of left the cancer behind at the 100kph speed sign on the edge of town and then picked it up again on the way back into town - the theory can get tested while you're away and "new fun" is sometimes a poor excuse for "previous fun" but we'd go mad if our hearts couldn't sing now and then eh???? The joys of the NZ health system has us drive 40 mls to the regional hospital to have 20 mins talking to the doctor about how the last three weeks went (or in yesterday's case where the chopper went and what we ate ), essentially rubber-stamping what will happen today.  Then a blood test with only one staff member on - so a 50 minute wait, standing in a corridor.  Then a nice lunch in a cafe we hadn't tried before and a spot of browsing in a DIY hypermarket (and a new pair of cordless, battery operated pruners for me).  Then 30 minutes at a private hospital having the Avastin administered.  Because we have to pay for it, it can't be administered at the public hospital.  Whatever... So today, out of bed at last (my insommnia just won't leave me at the moment - it's been ten days or so since I've gone to sleep and stayed that way for 8hrs), showered and fed and shortly we'll leave for the same 40ml trip to the