Surgery--Again

Yay...new underwear is good for the soul.

Hey Goil

How was art therapy yesterday...? How are you today?

((Boida))

Yes! Especially teddies!

Hubba hubbba!!

Izzie, The art therapist got her signals crossed yesterday. She didn't show up. I called her. We met briefly in the lobby. We talked. She gave me back the picture I drew that made me cry (mentioned it a few weeks ago).

tsar, Not my style, but I like the bear. There's a shock for you.

I had my first bout of cancer five years ago. Saw the doc today. I graduated!!! No more postcancer checkups.

So happy for you, Roberta!!

verklempt in tranna

Love that five year ok mark!

nice

Phew!!!!!

so how soon you start the leprosy scans?

Thanks all for the good wishes and congrats. One down, one more cancer to go. And then there's the brain thing. That will take ongoing reviews.

dys, I'm lepping all over the place. What the docs and everyone I come in contact with don't know, won't hurt them. Well, maybe a little.

So what are you planning to write about, now that you're running out of kvetching material?

EDIT: Okay, one more cancer to go and the brain thing. Your kvetching opportunities won't run out anytime soon.

I don't need to be sick to kvetch, Thomas. What an amateur you are. I was kvetching on abuzz before a2k existed. I was kvetching on the phone before the Internet existed. I was kvetching in the womb before my birthday. Hey, ma. Don't eat that again. Urp. Hey, ma. It's dark in here. Let me out. Bronx Hospital? I gotta be born in Bronx Hospital. With the hundreds of hospitals in NYC, this is the best you could find?

Fact is, I'm hoping to see the end of this thread, except for an occasional update.

Edit:

Oops, while I was writing, you were editing.

I just got edited, or I think I did, from a post I edited myself. Like, what?
But in any case, you know I love you.

Maybe a new thread, or maybe not. I understand ending a thread.

oh Boida goil - that is the BEST news to wake up to - you've graduated with First Class Honours - verra verra happy for you. Tickled pink from across the Poind.

Hope you manage to have your art therapy today - will be interesting to hear about what you draw/paint/make...

i love you Boida xxxx

(very happy for you... and another new day...)

Sorry for the major delay in responding. I had a none day somewhere in there. I slept and slept and woke up at night. Very disorienting. Also, I have a lot of work. Theoretically a good thing, but I'm tired.

I'm stewing over a problem I'm dealing with in therapy. Torn between a want and a should. Hate them shoulds. After the session with my regular therapist, I saw the art therapist. We were talking. I grabbed a paper and started drawing. A chasm made up of two wavy lines. On one side, lines that you might see in a cartoon with a magnet, pulling whatever it is in the direction of the magnet. On the other side lighting bolts. I stopped for a minute and then filled in the chasm with a yellow/gold.

Yellow and gold have usually represented my intelligence. I said to the therapist, I guess I'll figure things out. We talked some more. The yellow/gold is not my intelligence. CHICKEN SOUP. Major comfort food. Fills the body with warmth and smells wonderful. So maybe I won't figure things out. Clearly I was in need of comfort, not reason.

Amazing stuff.

I told the therapist that I am now occasionally thinking in pictures. Instead of thinking about something verbally, an image will pop into my head. Even if I don't draw it, it is usually illuminating.

Like I said. Amazing stuff.

If it wasn't so steenkin' hot, I woulda made the soup. When I drew the tomato sauce in the gold pan, I was cooking spaghetti sauce the next day.

Can you have ICED chicken soup?

Chicken soup iceblocks???