Shedding

Trading portraits with Walt on the walk home from school

"The wilderness had patted him on the head, and behold, it was like a ball - an ivory ball; it had caressed him and - lo!- he had withered; it had taken him, loved him, embraced him, got into his veins, consumed his flesh, and sealed his soul to its own by the inconceivable ceremonies...."
No, I'm not headed up river but I can't help thinking about The Heart of Darkness whenever I see a reflection of myself.  It's odd but I'm pretty sure my brain made these leaps before it was radiated.  It is a daily reminder that cancer has reached out and altered me even on the days when it is far from my conscious mind and I'm feeling great.
I appreciate that everyone seems to think that the Professor Xavier look agrees with me but I must admit that for me it is a sign that the cancer patted me on the head.  Maybe it is a helpful prompt to keep my attention in the present and not waste any of this time.

Is it wrong to follow this quotation with - hey, I'm still feeling well?  Actually, I am feeling great.

Puppies and Rainbows

It's been over two months since my last post which caused some friends and colleagues concern.  Sorry about that.  My body and spirit are slowly recovering from the combo of surgery, radiation, and chemo.  I am still improving - honestly, I'm feeling better right now than at any time post-diagnosis.