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A<br />
RaINBOW(FISH)<br />
DIARIeS<br />
Notes from the<br />
Covert Ops Room<br />
Despatches from Covert Ops<br />
Frank Povah<br />
© Frank Povah, 2020<br />
The Rainbow(fish) Diaries :: 1
Covert Ops Room: Saturday, 25th January, 2020<br />
ARCHIE, THE BIG FELLER here. Well it’s been a few<br />
weeks since the cove with the beard came out – sorry,<br />
wrong sort of rainbow, about this cancer thing I mean.<br />
That’s why we’re here. But let’s start at the beginning.<br />
This feller – we’ll call him Mr Whiskers – came<br />
into the aquarium place where we were hanging out –<br />
in Orange, New South Wales – and I can tell he had a<br />
lot on his mind. By the way, that’s me there with that<br />
fabulous bright orange tail and the piercing<br />
X-Ray eyes. See? Just above that rummy-nosed<br />
tetra piss-pot thing trying to look up my gill<br />
plates or something. Shouldn’t be harsh, I<br />
suppose. We’re all in the same tank after all,<br />
but jeez they’re nosy beggars. Those eyes of<br />
mine are the reason I’m in this game. That<br />
Dutton bloke doesn’t know the half of it.<br />
Anyway, this bloke came in and made<br />
some enquiries about getting a tank for his<br />
house and some plants and fish and stuff. Got<br />
my attention straight away. He was asking<br />
for advice and that’s not always usual, so the<br />
boss cove at Second Nature filled him in and<br />
he went away. But I knew he’d be back. Walking a bit<br />
funny he was, and looking a bit tired, but I knew he’d<br />
be back.<br />
And he was.<br />
He got us installed in the lounge and we began<br />
listening to conversations. He was a bit of a worry at<br />
first. Fussing around with plants and stuff – there, no<br />
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here, no there, perhaps if I shifted that here? I reckon<br />
you know how it is. I suppose he was meaning well, but<br />
jeez, a feller just gets a place to lurk and it’s gone again.<br />
Kept running into these weird, spotty catfish things,<br />
always looking for something to hide in or under. Seen<br />
them? Only a mother could love them, fair dinkum,<br />
and even that’s a bit<br />
of a stretch. Running<br />
into? Figure of<br />
speech, mate.<br />
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He doesn’t<br />
seem to mind them<br />
though. Funny old<br />
bugger Mr Whiskers,<br />
tolerant of strangelooking<br />
things.<br />
Looks a bit like a<br />
lost catfish himself<br />
with that beard and<br />
all. Shouldn’t knock<br />
him though. He was<br />
complaining to the<br />
other human that<br />
he can’t even find us<br />
in the species list. Well we are from Plum Creek after<br />
all. Where’s that? Buggered if I know – humans have a<br />
habit of making up stuff I believe. How good is Scott<br />
Morrison.<br />
Seems that he thinks we’re some sort of<br />
substitute pigeons. Whaaa…? Oh, wait – jumping<br />
the gun. Yeh, no, that’s it, yeh, pigeons. Should have<br />
been listening a bit harder. Set me back a bit, though,<br />
you know. Second fiddle to a pigeon. How good is<br />
evolution. Turns out he’s thinking that if his immune<br />
system gets a bit shaky, he thinks he’s going to have<br />
to give up pigeons. Doctor told him it’d be highly<br />
unlikely. But he also worries he might get a bit too<br />
wobbly on the old legs to do things like cleaning their<br />
houses out and all that (living in water does have its<br />
perks) and doesn’t want anyone else to have do it, so he<br />
settled on fish.<br />
Since then, he’s had radiation therapy to shrink<br />
a secondary tumour that was putting pressure on his<br />
spine. Apparently they were worried he’d end up in a<br />
wheelchair, or worse, so they got stuck into that. Seems<br />
to have worked, though the steroids he’s on are sending<br />
him a bit loopy he reckons. Never mind, just keep that<br />
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fish food coming, mate.<br />
He’s been back to the hospital in Orange for<br />
meetings and he’s setting himself up to start chemo<br />
in a couple of weeks. Now that sounded like a fun<br />
conversation. Apparently the doc’s told him that with<br />
no treatment he might get six more months, nine tops.<br />
With Option A, the one the doc explained first, there’s<br />
a good chance that he’ll lose the feeling in his fingertips<br />
and that might affect his guitar playing. He likes to give<br />
the old Taylor a bit of a bashing you see. We can feel it<br />
from here when he’s “on song”. Boom! Boom!<br />
Then the Doc tells him there’s Option B. Hair<br />
loss, possibly his beard, too, though apparently there’s<br />
no statistics on that – laugh there, please – and in any<br />
case his head covering is practically non-existent. So<br />
it’s the beard on the block. He reckons he’s had it since<br />
birth so he might have to take all the mirrors out of the<br />
house!<br />
The doctor has told him both<br />
options have virtually the same<br />
statistical outcomes and though there’s<br />
no guarantees in the oncology game<br />
he might get him a few more months,<br />
a year or more, or nothing. Mr<br />
Whiskers reckons it’s worth a crack.<br />
So if you want to keep reading,<br />
we’ll keep listening and watching and<br />
we’ll keep you posted.<br />
Gulgong Folk Festival 2016<br />
Photo Lee Willis<br />
Pages 2, 3: With his old mate, Chris Cruise.<br />
National Library of Australia 2015<br />
Photos Olya Willis<br />
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