That's what my crazy wild Irish friend Brendan wrote back when I told him about my cancer. I responded that, publishing types that we both are, it had the makings of a great book title. I coupled it with my "prayer slut" idea...to come up with "The Awful Fucking Luck of Me or How I Became a Prayer Slut". I don't know... it has a bit of a ring to it, don't you think? I loved him for saying what is in fact true. Damn it, cancer stinks.But the whole thing did make me grin from ear to ear and laugh on the inside (better to do this to safe the stitchwork). Nice to do that when the pain kicks in and you're not sure whether the oxy and Adivin is going to do the magic thing and take the pain away AND let you sleep all night through. Although it did last night and for that I am grateful.
Every day comes with its own small victories, surprises...and they are all embarrasingly ordinary, banal really...that's why I haven't written for the last few days. No great revelations, no deep thoughts. Just things like: Not so constipated -boy, that' feels great!; I can bend my leg like so and it doesn't hurt - isn't that terrific?; I slept through the night - OMG, that is so great... Day by day, trying to stay calm, listen to my body, not over-do, and on and on an on.
Inc by inch, row by row, gonna watch my stitches go...
You own that title...and you are already writiNg the book!!!
ReplyDeleteLauretta, call a publisher now. You'll already have it sold - seriously.
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