Monday, November 14, 2022

I play with the right story to tell myself about my body. It is not possible to live without a story, we are a story telling species. And yet I know whatever story is in my mind is not truly accurate. I know I have been diagnosed with cancer and that I am undergoing long term treatment that may or may not be helping me. I am curious about what is happening in my body.  I am not war with my body. Death is the dilemma in this story. It is awkward for my story to include the possibility of death.

I am reading a second book now THE CITY WE BECAME, a Sci Fi book by the fabulous N.K. Jemison.  A long book, the first of a three part trilogy.  I recently heard her on Ezra Klein podcast.

I am slowly sewing on my quilt listening to classical music on my new radio.  I like to show off the radio to friends and family who visit. Amazing to think that a radio is the object of curiosity and wonder.

Sat in the sun in the morning warming my cold body and doing my morning exercises.  This is such a routine that I no longer remember if I actually did it.  I tend to become unaware of what I am doing.