Summer isn’t quite over, but around here school begins this week. Did you ever write a paper about your summer vacation? I’m not sure if teachers actually assign this essay, or if it’s merely an easy criticism of trite school work.
Is it trite? Or is it a good way to get students back in the habit of writing? Does the poetic turn of phrase matter as much as simply putting memories into words? If I wait until I’m feeling poetic or literate, I might never write another blog post. Instead, I’ll start here with a few sentences about my year. Perhaps breaking the ice this way will make it easier to write the next one.
Shortly before my last blog post, Jim and I left to visit our son and daughter-in-law. They were about to welcome a new baby into their lives, and we were privileged to be with them when he was born. He is healthy and sturdy and doing well, and both parents are over the moon, in love with the little one.
And shortly before that, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. When we returned from our family visit, I began treatment, which will continue for a few more weeks.
As you might imagine, writing has not been a high priority for me. In the meantime, though, I have made a few quilt tops and backs. I’m not speedy, mostly because I’m also not very inspired or motivated. My stamina is improving post-chemo, but not to the point where I’m interested in spending more than an hour at a time working on anything. And that hour? Might be once or twice a week. Finishing anything is hard at that pace.
Jim and I are trying to enjoy the last of the long summer days. Both of us are getting out for walks more often. We had the thrill of seeing the Big Boy steam engine as it roared past us a few weeks ago. We traveled to see Son and his family last week. On returning Friday, we headed downtown for live music and dancing, and huge hugs with old friends and new ones. Just yesterday we attended a “corn feed” with the sweetest Iowa sweet corn. If you know Iowa sweet corn, you know that it’s the best on the planet. And today I’ll make stuffed poblano peppers, more of the bountiful produce that help make summer so special.
If you have any questions about my diagnosis or the treatment process, you are very welcome to ask, and I reserve the right not to answer. Please NO comments suggesting I’m doing something wrong (not praying or meditating right, not having the right attitude or emotions, not taking supplements I should, not having the right treatment plan… ) NO comments like that, please. They are not helpful.