Aug 27, 2016 Latest post:
Sep 10, 2016
After 21 years of apparently good health, my old monster is back. This time the technology is better and there are hopes for a cure—but no guarantees. That’s ok; we live on hope even though many, many times we believe it is certainty.
So…something that would probably have wiped me out in 1895 was contained by my fabulous surgeons, Drs. Peter Kueschler and Elissa McMurtrie in 1995 in Victoria, B. C. They gave me 21 years of adventures: teaching at U Vic and the kind and generous Canadian friends there; a chance to become a little Canadian (and mess up my spelling); marriage to and life with Tom (!); a new family complete with the coolest grandkids on earth—Davis, Grant and Eliza and their very special parents, Erika and Davis--; travel; gobs of beautiful music; association with psychoanalysis and a chance to contribute to my community with work at The Kentucky Psychoanalytic Institute; all those fascinating analysts that crossed my path—some of whom became dear friends—, a return to my native Louisville and more dear friends, old and new; the chance and challenge to develop my own garden retreat; and our/my dogs, Buster and Max, dear to my heart and, I’m convinced, essential to my life.
I think this is a pretty good list, much to be thankful for, and I am. But greedy me wants more of it to be carried out in a vigorous way. So here we go on a new adventure starting on August 31, 2016.