Archive For February 25, 2021
But not today. Today I feel run over, sore, itchy, weepy, sleepy, and way too tender, almost as good a list as what my veins had been accused of: jumpy, rolly, scarred, valvesy, clotty, and positional like the seven dwarfs even though there are only six, the six veiny sins every nurse/would-be sticker must face…
A shitty prognosis can feel like a blight, a dismal cloud obscuring the light. The dust turns your world into endless night, droughting your hope and dimming your sight. But you find within a spring beyond plight, sweet water flowing with grace and with might. You steer your body away from your fright and crawl…
In the autumn of 2019, during six weeks of radiation treatments while Henry and I stayed at the John Zay guest house near Penrose Hospital in Colorado Springs, I spent a lot of time writing and making small paintings, and I joined a Facebook support group for people diagnosed with glioblastoma called something like “from…
Circle Roll with itdon’t sweat the small stuff, even if the small stuff goes on all day longmake like a duck letting problems drip off your feathers, or lick them dry like a catbe like water flowing around boulders, knowing that eventually the rock will wear awayrelax and keep your sense of humor — be…