It must be the spring-like weather we've had for the past week that has me making progress. At long last on Friday I finished revising my children's novel and sent it out into the world. Which has freed me to return to my adult novel that I'd been busily gathering material for last summer. Just to make it official: Monday I started the narrative. So there she was, Magda Morales, widow of Madero, sweeping her front patio as though it mattered on a cold February day in Ensenada. I hope to have the first draft finished by October.
My red blood cell count dipped last week, as expected a week after chemo. Because that makes a person anemic and therefore breathless, I slipped out of my aerobics class last Friday when the instructor sent us jogging around the room for the 3rd time in half an hour. Valarie asked me if I was still communicating with my red blood cells, giving them a picture to work with. That sounded a little more intimate than racing through my marrow in a Mini Cooper. I asked them to consider the pomegranate: plump, juicy, healthy. When I reported this to my nurse as she drew blood for another hemoglobin check, she said I should tell them to be fruitful and multiply. :~) What would I do without her.
The lab report a few minutes later showed a 3 pt rise in my levels--50% more than two weeks ago when I surprised the doctor with a 2 pt gain. Amazing what liver pills, creative visualization, and the backing of the home fans can do. I love getting your comments, e-mails, cards and visits. Like the string of a kite, you keep me grounded and encourage me to fly.
Hope you're seeing a little Spring your way, too.
Diane
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Speaking of which, a friend of mine expressed the opinion that, while you are driving your Mini Cooper (red, I trust, with flame detailing), you should drive it up on the sidewalk. His reasoning, which I state in its entirity and, I believe, you will, like me, find impeccable, is: you know you want to, and what are they going to do to you? Since the Cooper is well capable of that sort of maneuver, I think your next visualizations should include pedestrians scattering from your path, bags of groceries flying through the air, street cafes loosing their lattes. And prepare your hematologist for a great leap forward.
Fantastic opening line, Diane. I can't wait to see the entire novel in print.
Your nurse should be a writer, too. Pomegranate red blood cells being told to be fruitful and multiply? Bwwwhhhhaaaa!
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