Typist stomped grass cuttings from her sneakers.
“Have we made it ‘round the bend?” Calliope picked a few speedwell blossoms and tossed them onto the lawn, giving the camera something beautiful to focus on.
“Maybe?” Thalia shrugged. “She did eat some lunch… and mowed the grass.”
“And we’re here… putting words to screen,” said Nia. ”Only three more infusions to go. We’ve got this.”
Words from Typist:
Between the new chemo drugs, human growth shot, and a pile of pills, my body and mind feel nauseous, dull, and sluggish. Riding around the yard on the John Deere seems like a big accomplishment.
Today is Henrietta’s birthday! She’s 3. 🎉
Show up messy.
Show up imperfect.
But just keep showing up.