not-quite Journaling, 42
left arm and leg are swollen. Fine, my
entire body is inflamed, but the left side is about 15% bigger. It started with
my arm. I didn’t worry because I have a collection of tears around my left rotator
cuff, which exacerbates my lymphedema. Then my left
leg began to swell…
I’m about to see the vascular surgeon, to figure out if my breast cancer meds
are doing nasty things to my circulatory and lymphatic systems. I have 23
months left on this meds (and all the side effects). Sometimes, that
knowledge makes me want to rage. Then I remember that the alternative could’ve
involved not breathing, and the raging feeling goes away.
Things aren’t exactly pleasant, at the moment, but as J.R. Rim said, “Sunflowers end up facing the sun, but they go through a lot of dirt to find their way there.” All right, so I’m more of a daisy, and my sunflowers are actually growing in small pots—with less than ½ a gallon of dirt—but I really wanted to use the quote. 😁
9/4/2022: The yield wasn’t grand, when compared to the work and space the plants take in my wee garden, but the thought of tasting popcorn I grew from seed (and the scent of the dry stalks coming through my window) makes it worthwhile.
9/5/2022: Inspired by a conversation I overheard, while waiting to see my OCD therapist. Someone—whom I truly hope wasn’t a therapist—said to a pain management patient, “A strong relationship withstands anything. And your love is strong. You two will be fine.” Since walking up to the pair, and shouting “That’s a load of crap”, might’ve been slightly inappropriate, I wrote this senryu instead.
9/13/2022: The first gloriosa daisy of the season bloomed minimalistic (I
should take a petal from its book, and slimdown my closet *cough*).
9/13/2022: The results of my venous study are back. All is good. So, life doesn’t suck.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writers #44: To Err Is Human.