Today is treatment #83. I saw my oncologist this morning. I’m receiving infusions of Herceptin and Perjeta.
Mary Kay donated these gift bags for patients in the chemo pods. 🩷🩵💚
Life has been spinning out of control lately. I am blessed beyond belief with a support team led by Dave and some incredible friends. One of them, Joy, knows my love of poetry and my mantra of HOPE. She sent me this:
Hope
by Lisel Mueller
It hovers in dark corners
before the lights are turned on,
it shakes sleep from its eyes
and drops from mushroom gills,
it explodes in the starry heads
of dandelions turned sages,
it sticks to the wings of green angels
that sail from the tops of maples.
It sprouts in each occluded eye
of the many-eyed potato,
it lives in each earthworm segment
surviving cruelty,
it is the motion that runs
from the eyes to the tail of a dog,
it is the mouth that inflates the lungs
of the child that has just been born.
It is the singular gift
we cannot destroy in ourselves,
the argument that refutes death,
the genius that invents the future,
all we know of God.
It is the serum which makes us swear
not to betray one another;
it is in this poem, trying to speak.
I am not in control. 