Thursday, March 20, 2014

fait accompli

Chemo is over. I am feeling better every other day, climbing out of the abyss, clawing, grabbing, each handhold familiar as I transition into the light of spring. I'm so glad I planted bulbs two years ago. Daffodills are opening, the Daphne is amazing. I looked up in my Western Gardner book to see about pruning them. Most nursery plats are pruned after blooming or in fall, but "Daphne is Different." She needs to be pruned while still in bloom. So I found my pink pruning shears (clippers, really) put on my gloves and chopped off all the weird growth that happened over the cold snap of winter. My garden is otherwise a poster of neglect, the neighbor you don't want to have. Thank god for perrenials.

As this part of the process draws to a close, my old pal bladder infection arrives. Again and again, just to remind me that I am still human. It doesn't seem fair, but then, what is fair? So, I spent the morning offering urine samples to the uro gods to do with me what they will. I'm just tired of being sick and sick of being tired. Ah well. On to spring and radiation. I will ask somebody to clean my deck, find me a lawn chair and lay back and enjoy the sunrainsun that is Portland in the springtime.

I don't have cancer, though. That is good.

3 comments:

nina said...

Such expert planning on your part: cancer gone with first day of spring. And, to have chosen Oregon for home, where spring actually does arrive and daffodils bloom on schedule.
Now for the reckless abandon of the beautiful season: may that do its magic and pull you out of the hell hole of illness.
Happy spring!

asha said...

Yes. That is a good thing as are daffodils, daphnes and moody spring. Love you.

asha said...

Yes. That is a good thing as are daffodils, daphnes and moody spring. Love you.