Dear Dear Friends—
You are all on my mind, and so much appreciated that I do not have the coherent sentences to express my gratitude. But as John reminds me, coherence is easily over rated.
I’ve been laying low, like a horse-kicked farm dog who crawls under the porch to heal. Much sitting in front of the fire wrapped in a blanket and feeling warm and lucky at my kind and generous husband who carries in the firewood. And for medical insurance, aware of so many others who have none of these things.
The oddest thing I’m experiencing is what must be an anesthesia hang-over— strange bursts of memory from the distant past, as if my brain has been carbonated—events I haven’t recalled in years, or perhaps never. Can’t say it’s always pleasant, but it is mesmerizing.
Latest update on my medical saga. Tomorrow is my post-surgical check-up. After that, if all goes well, I start the first of five preventative internal radiation treatments at 12 on 12.10, 12.12, 12.16, 2.18 and 12.20. These Involve a large metallic tampon, an MRI machine, lots of Ativan and a cyclotron….well, kidding about the last as MSU has one but U of M has not…
Thank you for being you, for being with me. Please think of me at noon-time on my treatment days, and bear with my hibernating silences. Know my whole self is soaking up your prayers, blessings, and good wishes.