Wednesday, 16 November 2011


I’ve sorted through the past few days, trying to find something good to tell you.

I found this: Waking up at 4:40 a.m. on a rainy night and on the windows are a dazzle of raindrops.
The patter of rain.
Nothing else.
At 4:40 a.m., it doesn’t matter that my life is a shed skin.
At 4:40 a.m., I don’t have to ask, “What next?” or “How do I get through this?”

Another good thing: 3 days past steroids and I’m no longer suicidal or homicidal – or a little of both at once. I’m nearly ready to send letters of apology to those poor folks I wrote while in the grips of Decadron psychosis.

And how about this? Breakfast: 2 hard-boiled eggs, mashed avocado, and a slice of whole wheat toast. Eaten and, so far, digested without undue difficulty.

Doesn’t sound like much? Believe me, that’s practically a miracle at Lourdes.

And a brave effort this morning. A shower, a little makeup, the brown wig. I can almost stand to look in the mirror, almost believe that this will be over some day.

The pity-party is diminishing too.

Who knows, maybe even a walk at the Frog Pond Trail. Some long overdue thank you notes. 

Love to all...


Roberta said...

I love avocado. I never thought of mixing it with an egg though. Sounds yummy.

Glad you are having a good day. Or a Good hour.

Gotta take em when you can!

Howpublic said...

Actually, I just had the avacodo on the side - although when I looked for photos, there was a PILE of recipes for sandwiches. Taking the good minute, day, hour as I can!

Lisa Fuller said...

Hope this finds you having more peaceful rainy-window moments, Linda. Much love & respect to you for the strength, patience and dedication you're showing during this whole overwhelming process.


Cynthia Newcomer Daniel said...

That looks like a delicious breakfast - must try it.