We were back home last night from the hospital after having a stent put in to open a few necessary tunnels in my system. This morning we get to go see Dr. Posey again and find out if all my various levels (especially biliruben..sp.) have fallen into place again. If they have, then we'll have another chemo treatment today. While I don't relish it, we need to get that chemo show on the road.
Melanie's friend Laurie Bestvater sent this poem awhile back. It has made us chuckle today because last night I gave in to one great cancer loss: hair. My oddly shaped skull is now decorated for Easter.
One Art
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
So many things seem filled with the intent
To be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
Places, and names, and where you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! My last, or
Next-to-last, of three beloved houses went
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones, And, Vaster,
Some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
-Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied, It’s evident
The art of losing’s not too hard to master
Though it may look like (write it!) a disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop