B: Tiresome. That is what cancer has become. Not tiresome in an angry or frustrated way. Not tired in an exhausted sense, but in a tedious way. At the outset the newness, the fear, the urgency, pushed treatment along. It was hard to keep our eye on the ball, because we were jostled and bounced…
Transformations
During today’s infusion there was someone who was a few chairs away, behind me. This person was apparently really struggling. I was only peripherially aware of this as I had my ipod on and was tuned into my niece V’s gift of songs which are really fun to sing to. We have mentioned several times…
Taking time
I left work on Friday noonish with the full intention of going home and working. I have a funding application that is due this coming week, and the draft needs some quiet time…rather I need quiet time to complete it. I made it home ok, but then received a call from a friend that had…
So Much Trouble, Blues
Some who know me know that I’ve got a whole another storyline of psycho-drama in my life. I’ll spare the details. But suffice it to say that some of that drama came to full bloom this week. In any case progress was made, nobody died or went insane. However, in the midst of it P,…
The time before spring
Home from the infusion. You know the feeling when seed catalogs start appearing in the mailbox? Well here in Maine it is a sacred time…at least for me. Today I got that feeling when I drew this panel. Something is moving for me. I and we are doing what it takes to enjoy and endure…
Some of my favorite things
E and I were going out to take the recycling to the transfer station this morning. As we approached the end of our driveway, I saw in the dusting of snow two very distinct and large hearts which were made by someone evidently turning around in our driveway. I stopped the car at the same time…
Two Zen Monks
Two monks were once traveling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was falling. Coming around the bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection. “Come on, girl,” said the first monk. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud. The second…
Halfway Through
It has been awhile since I’ve posted. Perhaps I’ve been holding my breath. Certainly, surgery was a turning point in the treatment. The grain of the experience subsequently has taken on an entirely different feel. P met with the Surgeon at the regular scheduled after visit. And there the Surgeon made the claim that, “All…
Another Inspirational Day
So I have heard that it is a tease seeing only one or two of the panels to this drawing and not the whole piece. Ah, a little temptation on my part. Tune in next time! It is a work in process. My art has always been very personal, and not really much for public consumption,…
GATOR SKIN Tip from Consuelo
Here’s a tip with copyright permission from a loving cousin and diehard reader of this blog: For Dry Skin: Safflower Oil and Olive Oil (virgin) have omega and essential oils but Safflower is orderless, with vitamin E, and you won’t smell like a salad…..I make sure my hands are clean, I put about a dime size…
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