“Remember that Mother’s Day all those years ago,” Calliope wiggled in her chair, “… when Typist sat in a church pew feeling sad? The priest had asked all the mothers to stand up so that he could bless them. Typist wanted more than anything to be a mom, but her only child at the time was an adopted, furry fourleg.”
“And then the following year,” Thalia patted her stomach, “… she got to stand up with the rest of the mums. Did anyone else notice the girl’s face is bigger than the mom’s in today’s painting? Proportion and scale continue to challenge our Paintist.”
“Some things are best not called attention to!” Nia scowled and gave Tal’s arm a gentle pinch. “And sometimes patience, trust, and faith in the unseen leads to joy unexpected.”
A word from Typist:
This morning as I was browsing Mother’s Day quotes, I came across this one from Annie Lennox:
Motherhood was the great equalizer for me; I started to identify with everybody.
What woman hasn’t had the thought of My child will never act like that! only to discover their child will act like that… or worse? Perhaps I was even having that thought in church on the Mother’s Day when I was sad. 😱
Motherhood enticed me to grow blossoms of empathy like sun-drenched tulip bulbs on a February windowsill. I often feel my child has taught me more than I’ve taught him.
Life is funny, isn’t it?
The great news is that I will not be making up the three infusions I missed.
Adding some super news, I have been approved to receive three bone marrow inspiring shots after every infusion going forward — one on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
If everything goes according to our current plan, I will wrap up Chemo phase 1 on May 19th. 🎉