Row, row, row your boat; rollin', rollin', rollin', keep them doggies rollin'...Do you get me? These are rhythmic songs, one from childhood, and one, that dates me, from my youth...any Clint Eastwood fans out there?
You experienced hand quilters know that when you find the rhythm of hand quilting, there is nothing more relaxing. The sensual feeling of rocking back and forth may have something to do with it, but, it does feel good. Of course this is many callouses later than beginners, but, stick with it if you want to relax and I believe it can be physical therapy for some. FYI my favorite thimble is the coin thimble from Clover.
Just like the comfortable rhythms in life, so does cancer require these same rhythms to be found. Although, there was no rhythm found in radiation, just pure pain and chaos-whew! glad that's over! Now it's back to finding our rhythm with the chemotherapy, once again. Jennifer is back to the Kosair Children's Hospital, in Louisville, Kentucky, where she is the geriatric patient on the floor with androgynous toddlers. There are a few other teens but, mostly babies and little ones. Rhythm for us is Chemo every other week, because, Ewings Sarcoma has had best results with a compressed schedule. Ewing's is a classic childhood cancer, that's why we are with the kids. I'm not complaining. The next treatment is July 28, the week after her birthday, she'll be 24. On the cusp of life, of which she will dive back into and find her own rhythm-off the meds and back in school to begin, hopefully, this Spring.
I see the faintest glimmer of light...smile