Bright Thursday
Have some of my day, sunny and Gary just brought home two red poinsettias from Aldi's with gold glitter on them. Just the gaudy bright decoration I need today, since there will be no tree for me this year. Limited space. Plus I gave/loaned the tree to someone who needed it and had space.
Gary made a wonderful art table for me, perfect for drawing and painting, but it's in the place we used for the tree. This is a fair exchange.
Today we have leftover turky barley soup for lunch, loaded with root veggies. No big cooking for me. But I need to shake a small poem out of my head for tomorrow's class, the last of this session, with a favorite poet teacher.
I have to go to the oncologist - same one treating siisters and mama - in the morning and am trying to keep that in the far back of my mind. Gary will drive, so that's a relief, plus having him there to listen with me is desirable. I get tense and don't always hear what doctors say now.
Yesterday I was trying to make an appointment for another hospital screening, unrelated, and got so stressed out I just gave up. My primary care doctor called me this morning and said to relax and we'll start over in the new year with a different facility, one with better manners.
It is so good to have a smart empathetic physician who listens and responds, one I can trust. She is responsible for leading me to get the correct treatments and tests this past year.
Now I need to see if I have any creative atoms in my brain and try to squeeze out a few lines of poetry. I'll wait until Gary leaves for work. Right now the song of his woodturning machines beneath me, in his basement shop, are a soothing hum, but offer no words of inspiration. I'll just enjoy the shop music and the knowledge that my loved one is near.
I'll take time to fully enjoy this day without distractions.
Gary made a wonderful art table for me, perfect for drawing and painting, but it's in the place we used for the tree. This is a fair exchange.
Today we have leftover turky barley soup for lunch, loaded with root veggies. No big cooking for me. But I need to shake a small poem out of my head for tomorrow's class, the last of this session, with a favorite poet teacher.
I have to go to the oncologist - same one treating siisters and mama - in the morning and am trying to keep that in the far back of my mind. Gary will drive, so that's a relief, plus having him there to listen with me is desirable. I get tense and don't always hear what doctors say now.
Yesterday I was trying to make an appointment for another hospital screening, unrelated, and got so stressed out I just gave up. My primary care doctor called me this morning and said to relax and we'll start over in the new year with a different facility, one with better manners.
It is so good to have a smart empathetic physician who listens and responds, one I can trust. She is responsible for leading me to get the correct treatments and tests this past year.
Now I need to see if I have any creative atoms in my brain and try to squeeze out a few lines of poetry. I'll wait until Gary leaves for work. Right now the song of his woodturning machines beneath me, in his basement shop, are a soothing hum, but offer no words of inspiration. I'll just enjoy the shop music and the knowledge that my loved one is near.
I'll take time to fully enjoy this day without distractions.