These few I took out the train window going from Rome to Florence. It was so beautiful. There is some window reflection junk happening, but I just didn't care. It was too pretty not to try to capture a few shots!
...because something else really got under my skin today and I clearly need to vent about it or I won't be able to focus enough to do the things I need to do today. So... let's go back in time, shall we, to late last summer. One of my best friends ' first child was born with some issues. Lil Spencer spent many a day in the NICU. While he was there, his terrified mother and my dear friend repeatedly made requests on facebook and the like that if people were so inclined to pray for her newborn son. Or if not the praying type, to send positive thoughts, good juju, whatever was right for them to send. I liked that. I liked the way she did that. "Please do what makes sense for you and within your beliefs to send some hope to my child." Now jump ahead a few months to when I was sick. From day one, people were praying for me. To a god (or gods) I don't believe in - not even in the slightest. But those prayers made sense for them - and I truly believe t
I have not been able to put away laundry or deal with the pile of clothing mess in my closet since this began. Now that I'm feeling more alive, I thought I might finally tackle my closet disaster today. I literally managed to hang up three things and weed out 12 empty hangers before I was pouring sweat and had to give up. Suck.
**This post was transferred from the now defunct "The Long Ease" blog.** Tuesday was treatment day #20, and as of yesterday's #21, I was officially the back side of this treatment thing. I arrived early today for #22 - on purpose so I could sit on the bench outside Lutheran Hospital and enjoy my coffee in the crisp morning. It is gorgeous out today. Or maybe I'm just in a particularly good mood. Nothing much to report on the treatment front. Some days I feel better than I have in months, other days I feel just as terrible as I did when this all began. It is difficult to tell... And Ryan pointed out the other night when a friend asked how it's going that I am incredibly hesitant to admit that I might be feeling better. Which is true. I'm not sure exactly why that is, but I am working on figuring out that particular reaction to inquiries about my progress. After today's session, I had to see the doctor there to assess my progress. Unfortu