I was able to bring in one last picking of tomatoes before the weather turned cold. Every one of these will be eaten as they ripen in the coming weeks.
Julie, Shelley and I had a day-long writing retreat over at the Farm House on Tues the 18th. We love getting together to talk about our writing projects and to cheer each other on. Having interested (and interesting) friends makes all the difference.
On Wednesdays, after meeting with my quilt group, I go over to visit Mary Ellen, my dear mentor, companion and friend. We talk about our days in Africa and the friends we had there.
And last of all, this week I had my 2nd infusion at the cancer treatment center by the hospital. Six months ago was my first time here. They tell me it gets better. Last time the next day I felt like I’d been hit by a truck. The drip treatment takes about 30-40 minutes. It’s supposed to help with my bone density. I sit in a room with patients receiving chemo.
I suppose it’s good to remember the feelings I had when I was told there was cancer in my breast 3 years ago. As the cold fluid dripped into my arm, I read my book and watched the others in the room, wondering about their stories, wondering what they see when they look at me. Some look so tired and some look very sick. I am so grateful to be cancer free. My heart goes out to those who aren’t yet.
