March 25th, 2006

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Good Morning!!

Rain yesterday, and pounding down all through the night, though now, I look out on some sun with rampaging gray clouds. Wind pours through the trees. We may get hail again today. The heater is running. I take my first Arimindex. They are teeny-tiny, and yet potent. The side effects are not palatable, bone loss, hot flashes, joint pain, on and on, but my intuition says to take it, and all three of my doctors clearly consider it a no-brainer. I am eating soy as a way to counteract the loss of estrogen, since that is what this drug does, cuts off all production and dispersion of estrogen. My kind of cancer was caused by too much estrogen. That I understand, but to go from that to none. Well, I am trying not to worry about the side-effects of this teeny-tiny pill. I will take it for five years. I guess at that point the producers of estrogen will have forgotten how, or given up. It feels a bit strange to me, but then, this whole journey has not really fit into the former range of my experience. Doors continue to open, and flop about, before I walk fully through, and accept, and look back, and feel all of it is all right. It is my life.

I also note that without eyelashes more stuff flies into my eyes. Enjoy your eyelashes, and give them a little treat today. What is an eyelash treat, I wonder. Well, maybe just a gentle acknowledgment and pat. You have them above and below your eyes, so be sure and thank each one. I think of a camel's eyelashes now. Living in the desert with blowing sand, it makes sense to have long, curling filters to grab the "bad guys" and protect the eyes. Today is a windy day. I'll try and prepare my eyes.

I am now content with permanent winter. We enjoyed another fire last night. Each season has its perks. Winter, it seems, is long for me this year in many ways, and so, it is. In the time to type this, the sun has gone back to sleep. And now, again, rain slaps the windows, and I look out from my warm, well-stocked cave, wondering if this year will offer spring.
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My Morning Poem!


Ode to Eyelashes


taken for granted, they are,

until, chemo takes them away,

lash by lash,

upper and lower,

slowly thinning,

until, one day,  they are gone.

Eyes gaze as puddles then,


no grasses surrounding,

the wake of the pond.


The lashes

of the whip

are gone, too,

only kindness

for what comes along,

no filtering,

of the view.

I lashes lift,

like puddles,

in the sun. 


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Jane's poem of this morning!!

Jane leaves for Spain next Friday.  She is already envisioning the heat. 

Heat changes everything.

The day of one who picks tomatoes slows.

Steel turns to butter.

Long ago the heat brought sorrows.

The orchard drowned in light.

I did not know how much I loved you until the onions melted.

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Smack your lips!!

What could be more fun than smacking one's lips? Well, there are probably many things equally as fun, but it is quite a fun thing to do. Vanessa sent me her menu for a lunch she made for friends. This should get your salivary juices flowing, and, soon, all other juices will follow as well.


roasted chicken with rosemary, curry, and meyer lemon

(with coriander chutney and mango)


purple potatoes and string beans with garlic, rosemary, and olive oil


roasted beets with goat cheese and balsamic vinagrette


asparagus with meyer lemon and aioli garlic mustard


-served on a bed of new spinach leaves-