Daily Archives: December 16, 2019

Rattle and roll

I was exhausted last night. Rightly so, I imagine.

As I lay in bed, I could feel the powerful impact of two different cytotoxic agents on all the various bits of me. Havoc was being wreaked, like some marauder in the garden.

I went with this garden imagery, the cancer in my lungs a persistent and deeply rooted weed. And I pictured it being torn asunder, plucked from the substrate of my flesh, shaken violently, bent, torn, limp, lifeless. Every last cell of it.

When I awakened this morning the sound in my lungs had changed in timbre. The crackle of leather had been replaced with something akin to a broken tea cup. Very fine bone china, rattling around.

Hmmm, I thought. This is an improvement. What was hidebound now feels looser, dryer, easier to dislodge.

Onward.

xo