August 21st, 2011
A few of you have written recently to point out that it has been a while. Time flies when you’re not in treatment, I guess. All is well. I’m working hard in the shop. Currently, taking a week or so out to work on the prototype of a lightweight urban cargo bike. More on that soon (I’ll finish the frame today or tomorrow, and will throw parts on it as soon as they all arrive.. tuesday? wednesday?). Even though it is still august, we’ve had a slightly cooler spell recently. So very welcome. It’s been cool enough at night that Putney and Hill have been back to their old tricks. When I come upstairs after making coffee in the morning, I usually carry a camera. In case.
After the last post, I got an unusual number of emails. As it turns out there are many of you out there who are familiar enough with the kind of terrifying episode I had that afternoon up in Nova Scotia. In some ways it sounds as though I got off pretty easy! (there’s a scary thought). Happily, I haven’t had any repeats of that event since. I have had moments of the kind of nagging doubt that triggered the thing, but a sort of impotent version of it that doesn’t drag me down to any real level of despair. I suppose I’m waiting for it.
Briefly. The sciatica persists. Good days and bad, but never really gone. I’m getting stronger. (I’m a full 20 pounds heavier than I was when I came home from the hospital! Maybe that’s a little excessive). I feel as though the chemo messed up my connective tissue. Any of you cancer folks out there know what I’m talking about? My joints hurt. And ligaments. And Tendons. It doesn’t take much. Hoping that it’s just a body beat up from chemo slowly recovering.. Hoping that it’s not a question of natural aging that snuck up on me while I was distracted! I am, however, medication free.
Getting some baby time in Chicago with our new niece, Violet, was amazing. A little angel. One afternoon while Hill and Leslie got ice cream, I wandered around the neighborhood with violet. No stroller, no diaper bag, just baby. People can’t help but smile at you when you’ve got a baby. It seems to bring out the humanity in most.
“oh she’s precious!! congratulations..”
I was more than happy to not correct them.
“how old is she?”
After the 10th person or so I started to be tempted to say, “I’m not really sure… she was a stray.”
I want one.