Tuesday, November 5, 2024

     Week four of this chemo treatment cycle.  Week four, I am long past the difficulties of week two.  I am sort of energetic. I am ready to look at exercise videos for strengthening my body.  In the last four years I have worked with a dozen physical therapists.  I know the routines. I am ready to start again, at least until next Monday’s monthly infusion.

     The three of us meet weekly to do timed writing and reading on Monday mornings. Our writing voice is so different then our speaking voice. We view out lives through different lenses.  And we talk and laugh a lot.

     My friend has a photograph she has taken of me for her class. I cringe seeing how old and strange I look in the picture. Mostly I see parts of myself from my eyes. I seldom see my whole body at one time. I have a picture of myself living in my mind that the camera cannot catch. Maybe art works can capture the real me.

     I finish reading THE MESSAGE. The book reminds me of how complicated and painful our lives can be.  There is no escaping the injustice and violence inherent in human life. And today is election day.  Sigh.