I have started a number of posts attempting to describe where my head’s at these days but I get bored with them after the second paragraph.
They tell me cancer takes over your life. They’re not wrong but it doesn’t mean I want to talk about it. It’s just so boring.
Yet, it’s everywhere, impacts everything.
I’ll just say the chemo drugs and my body are not getting along. I have mysterious fevers and blood work indicating I’m fighting an inflammation of some kind but they can’t find a source.
Until those inflammation indicators come down chemotherapy has been deferred which means cancer has been given a reprieve which is depressing.
Unfortunately the high fevers are exhausting. I sleep a lot. I’m spacey a lot. I read a lot of poetry.
I find my writing a bit banal. I’m never happy with it. It seems off in some way. Sometimes I think I try too hard.
So I just read more and sleep more.
That’s where my head’s at.
Blessings.
sometimes the best words
are a sigh in the dark,
a whisper to the rising sun,
an anguished cry to the wind,
Sometimes, no words say all there is to say.
Thank you. That’s beautiful.
Read more. Good. And the head will follow. ❤