As you can imagine, it is not easy (or sensible)
to take these photos with needles in my wrists!
Being fine can be being fine, or it can be a fence, or a mask. Or a fencing mask! Seriously though, I need a paradigm shift. I am fine perhaps too often. Or not that, as much as the rather deep feeling that I want to be fine, or I want to appear to be fine, that is problematic, habitual. Falling apart has got to become OK too. The word cataclysm springs to mind.
Today for the first time at Misha's, she asked me how I am, and my eyes filled with tears. She was really sweet. She suggested Levine's womb meditation, perhaps recording myself, then playing it back. Also books by Elizabeth Kulber-Ross about the stages of grief for the dying. I felt very calm after the acupuncture.
Need to finish all the damn paperwork, that will be a great relief. Perhaps I do have some imagination about a world that doesn't include me.
There is no point in worrying about chemotherapy. I've done it twice. I very deeply do not want to do it again, to take a gentler path, but that decision is for later.
I had some very sweet conversations today. Danamaya came over and we talked about giving help and receiving help, and how hard the latter is sometimes, and how being self sufficient...leaves something major out of experience. And about dying, what it might be like to die in this flat that I've lived in for 19 years.
My cough seems to be getting more frequent. For example, I used to never cough when I was lying down. Now I do. There could be other reasons for this but at this point I'm going to assume that cancer is at least part of it. Though I'm still getting some amount of exercise, I am tired, every day.
Some time in the relatively near future, I will get very sick over a period of time, I will perhaps be quite helpless at some point, and I will die.