The Countdown Begins — Cancer house

Wait? What? not for my cancer. But my baby daughter is due to have a baby daughter any day. We’re all so excited.

Also I have 1.5 more weeks until I complete my radiation treatments to my skin mets on clavicle, which have been mild. I’m also having chemo at same time. Exhausting some days but mostly tolerable.

Today is my holdover feel great day from steroids yesterday. I have 4 great days a month when I’m less tired and have few side effects. Last infusion caused some really humiliating side effects that included my husband having to clean me up like a child. Thank God for him. I’ll be more careful this month and may even break out the depends. The price we pay for cures….

This weekend is the Tennessee writers conference in Oakridge. I submitted some work —we will see if any win a prize.

In the meantime I’ve had this poem published just this week in the Pigeon Parade quarterly with poetry editor Black Atticus. It’s about my grandson (my daughter’s first born) who has agenesis of the corpus callosum (ACC)) the part of the brain that regulates signals from left and right side of brain. He’s 8 now and a beautiful child—doing well in 2nd grade. I attribute his success to his great parents who have provided him with stimulation for crossover im brain as he builds new pathways.

heres link to poem. It’s called neuroatypical. Swipe to right in issue til page 14 .

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So thank you God for good and crappy days (literally in my case).