The ruddy clouds reflect eerily in the skyscraper towers.  A constant reminder of my temporary environment, somewhat daunting for a country lass. But treatment means a sojourn away from family, friends and all that is familiar. City folk forget that bumpkins feel disorientated in such a big busy place overwhelmed by the noise and choices.

Those colours really reflect the alarm I feel!  Add to that coping with toxins coursing through your body to supposedly make you ‘better’ while still emotionally reeling from the big C label. Too many of us face this challenge … what to do to make it less alien?