I don't find it boring; it's all very much a physical challenge, just pushing through the pain and other stuff (and timing things so I am close enough to the loo when needs must).
But it sure doesn't mae me a scintillating conversationalist. "How was your day?" isn't really a question you would want to ask me.
So, I listen to Barb's description of her days, and in that way I can still have at least a ghostly presence in the wide world.
Don't try to live inside this place;
let me sit with you a spell.
You really don't need to face
a guided tour of hell.
My days are a roundabout
from which there's no escape.
Pain and puke, no time without
cancer's dark and dreadful shape.
Show me life through your eyes,
and let me feel the sun
and share with me every surprise
each way your day has run.
Honour me with this bestowment,
and let me feel normal, just for a moment.
Music from Gordon Lightfoot, with If You Coud Read My Mind.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.