Friday, October 25, 2024   

     A sudden bout of fatigue hits me in the afternoon.  Of course, week two of chemo treatment. So today is a rest day, a do nothing day except for maintenance activities, taking out the garbage and arranging food. A day to rest on the couch and listen to classical music again.

     My wise friend visits at noon and we share stories of our lives.  I am focused lately on how I live with self created narratives. The issue is being flexible and changing the stories to reflect the changes in life.

     I start reading BLIND SPOTS: When medicine gets it wrong and what it means for our health, by Marty Makary M.D. This is a credible study of medical people’s ability to change their protocols when new information arises. A very scary book.

     The flowers keep blooming on the deck as we move into a cooler fall. I sit in the rocking chair outside in the midst of flowers, birds and airplanes. I remember as a child loving airplanes, drawing pictures, and building model airplanes. This was in the 1940’s in the shadows of World War 11.