“I, a stranger and afraid, in a world I never made” AE Houseman

Okay, so maybe I did help make this world we’re all in. Obviously I haven’t written much lately. With the fires, coronavirus, 9/11, the bungled protests and lives lost, , and my own metastatic diagnosis, I’ve been a bit overwhelmed. A few friends have died and that always saddens me.

With the cancer in my bone, it’s even more real that this is a freaking scary disease. I get a shot once a month to improve my bone quality. It gives me a headache and some muscle aches but it’s all temp.

It’s a weird feeling living with a disease that can never be cured. People claim “I’m cured” of cancer when really it can be lying dormant til some trigger kicks it up. A better way to say it is I’m “NED.” That means there’s no evidence of disease. I’m not there yet but hoping for a reprieval soon.

But aside from the weekly trips to Nashville, I’ve been enjoying life. We finally visited my youngest son and his wife in St. Louis. Good times. They bought a house two years ago and we hadn’t seen it yet.

Also Jama published my poem this week. That made me so happy. https://jamanetwork.com/journals/jama/fullarticle/2770416?guestAccessKey=da6d0b10-eab2-42f7-a93e-6566dfd7bb1b&utm_source=jps&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=author_alert-jamanetwork&utm_content=author-author_engagement&utm_term=1m

Catch you later. On to yoga.