I truly loved being at the cancer clinic yesterday. I caught up with a couple of friends and I'm delighted to share that my blood and vital statistics received an A+ report card.
I do have a couple of patches of discolored, scaly skin on my face that I'm having checked by a dermatologist next week. Dr. S said, "Have them checked, but... they do not raise much concern". I have learned to take the bull by the horns to avoid unnecessary perseveration!
I remember the quest for “meeeeee-tee-bloooood” from the days of ever so long ago! Tal may have shouted that out today with a touch of whimsy. We (Muses and aficionados here in 3MM fandom) remember the days when passing muster on blood labs spelled the difference between getting the scheduled infusion or waiting.
Unwanted suspense in lives made for living!
I believe there are times in my life that require a jolt to jumpstart my enthusiasm for living. Cancer not being my first choice of a jumpstart. I frequently recall Bob Dylan’s lyric:
“He who ain’t busy being born is busy dying.”
How dramatic must we be with that “living” to be effective? I’ve followed a woman from Kyiv on Twitter since the invasion began who embodies this very notion. Living. Her command of English has blossomed. Her photo-documentation excels since she bought a digital camera. Her subject matter is how she lives in war conditions. Not as a war correspondent, but as a human striving to lead a life as normal as possible. Largely focused on joy and beauty. To the gym. To the bookstore. To week end craft fairs. To her dentist.
Many nights of interrupted sleep due to air raid warnings for drones and missiles. I’m certain for some the stress has overwhelmed most of their routines. For Yaroslava I believe her commitment to living and choosing to focus on the good has kept her strong.
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I truly loved being at the cancer clinic yesterday. I caught up with a couple of friends and I'm delighted to share that my blood and vital statistics received an A+ report card.
I do have a couple of patches of discolored, scaly skin on my face that I'm having checked by a dermatologist next week. Dr. S said, "Have them checked, but... they do not raise much concern". I have learned to take the bull by the horns to avoid unnecessary perseveration!
I remember the quest for “meeeeee-tee-bloooood” from the days of ever so long ago! Tal may have shouted that out today with a touch of whimsy. We (Muses and aficionados here in 3MM fandom) remember the days when passing muster on blood labs spelled the difference between getting the scheduled infusion or waiting.
Unwanted suspense in lives made for living!
I believe there are times in my life that require a jolt to jumpstart my enthusiasm for living. Cancer not being my first choice of a jumpstart. I frequently recall Bob Dylan’s lyric:
“He who ain’t busy being born is busy dying.”
How dramatic must we be with that “living” to be effective? I’ve followed a woman from Kyiv on Twitter since the invasion began who embodies this very notion. Living. Her command of English has blossomed. Her photo-documentation excels since she bought a digital camera. Her subject matter is how she lives in war conditions. Not as a war correspondent, but as a human striving to lead a life as normal as possible. Largely focused on joy and beauty. To the gym. To the bookstore. To week end craft fairs. To her dentist.
Many nights of interrupted sleep due to air raid warnings for drones and missiles. I’m certain for some the stress has overwhelmed most of their routines. For Yaroslava I believe her commitment to living and choosing to focus on the good has kept her strong.
Which brings me back to loveletterist’s