What A Difference A Day Makes...

So, we now have a rough patch behind us and today has been a good day. The weekend nurse warned me the new meds may take a few days to kick in completely but after my second dose, I already feel an improvement. Perhaps it's psychological, but whatever the reason, I'm going to ride with it. This past weekend was a learning experience and I think we needed it. Our Midwest roots ingrained in us the attitude we should be self-reliant and not look to others to solve our problems. Midwest people are a stubborn stoic bunch, sometimes to our own detriment. People and situations change and I'm now at the point in my life I need and am willing to accept help. Mike is more than ready to help me, but I must allow him to get the assistance he needs to care for me. Watching Tidewell go into action this weekend after we called has reinforced my trust in them. Today, I spent a comfortable day at home, wearing my favorite bright turquoise soft cotton tee shirt and capris, my cold feet kept warm in slippers and socks gifted to me from Zappos, with the doors open to the lovely Florida weather we're having. Or I could have spent the day in pain, undergoing well-intentioned treatment that has at the best a very slim chance of achieving anything positive. Sorry, but I would choose a day in-home hospice care every time, hands down.  

(A note about Zappos... they happened to see some tweets between some of my Twitter friends and me about my cancer etc. Privately in dms, they contacted me to tell me they were gifting me new slippers and socks. They didn't do this for PR or attention, no one would have ever known they did it if I hadn't made it public. They did it because they have good people with big hearts working for them on social media. My friends- this is a company you want to support!)

This is to some of my artist friends who may be wondering if such a life-altering event has given me a boost of creative inspiration- (Sue, I saw your comment and got misty-eyed, thank you, my friend.)  When I found out I had advanced cancer and it wasn't going to go well, I thought about using art to express my feelings and journey on this last adventure. Surely something so intense would stir my creative juices. Oddly enough, it hasn't it. In fact, I have zero interest in doing anything artsy or even finish the WIP sculpts sitting around. Maybe I'll send them on to someone to be completed- hint, hint, Sue? 

Instead of grabbing a brick of clay, a canvas or watercolors to express myself, I've fallen back on an old tool- words. I've always been wordy, and now you just can't shut me up. Mike says he walks in the room at times and sees me asleep sitting up and talking my head off- LOL! 

So I've turned away from my unfinished artwork...

 

... and taking moments to enjoy the artwork I've completed...