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Monday, December 21, 2009

A Blessing (james Wright)

Wednesday, new cycle #1


posted by Lissa mcKinley on Wednesday, August 12, 2009 Edit


Good morning, everyone. I arrived bright and early this morning at 7:30am, but I found that my doc had forgotten to write orders and is out of the office..... I think she's been found, but this is sounding like a long morning. But, I am all alone in my nice sunny room looking out on a beautiful day and reviewing personal statements from a bunch of medical students...fun. Ok, we have received orders and the first drug is being hung. My counts have returned to normal so I will get all the drugs today. Here's the wig update so far: most people just say how much they like my new cut--perfect. I really would prefer to go bald, so at this point, I am just wearing the wig to work and at home and nearby or walking, just a baseball cap. showering has never been so easy!



Hey, if anyone wants to talk during my sessions, just go to Skype.com and download it for free and then we can video-chat while I sit here. very fun and keeps me laughing. Try it, it is easy!



Finally, I love this poem, and I think of all of you as blessings:



A Blessing (James Wright)





Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,

Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.

And the eyes of those two Indian ponies

Darken with kindness.

They have come gladly out of the willows

To welcome my friend and me.

We step over the barbed wire into the pasture

Where they have been grazing all day, alone.

They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness

That we have come.

They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.

There is no loneliness like theirs.

At home once more,

They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.

I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,

For she has walked over to me

And nuzzled my left hand.

She is black and white,

Her mane falls wild on her forehead,

And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear

That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.

Suddenly I realize

That if I stepped out of my body I would break

Into blossom.

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