Posts made in March, 2013

My Wobbly Bicycle, 17: A Tribute . . . .

Posted by on Mar 27, 2013 in Archive | 30 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 17: A Tribute . . . .

. . . . To My Beloved Husband Well over two decades ago, I’d just left a dangerously destructive marriage. I was terrified of another relationship, but lonely as hell. There was Jerry, my colleague in the English Department for lo those many years, himself having just eased out of a sad marriage. In our advance-and-retreat pas-de-deux, he was the perfect, gracious gentleman, leaving me all the time I needed to see what I needed. My head screamed “NO!” My heart played interception. “I will never hurt you,” he said. Verily, he spake the truth. Jerry’s the one you want with you if...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 16

Posted by on Mar 20, 2013 in Archive | 15 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 16

Sick of pictures of snow? It’s the first day of Spring no less. The theme of today is unpredictability. I’ve been weak, needing long naps, and was about to write about weakness, when I find out my white and red blood counts are climbing back up. Woe is me, how can I get a trajectory going here? Once again I watch my body do things I have apparently little control over. I rewrite this post. Control. I’ve had good reason to keep chaos at bay in my original family and then in my own previous marriages. Kelly used to call me “the rock,” which isn’t altogether the best of epithets,...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 15

Posted by on Mar 13, 2013 in Archive | 16 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 15

This week has been, well, not so easy. I had a vitrectomy (My spell-check wanted to call it a vasectomy, but no.). My eye has been a bit sore, fuzzy, and I’ll have a large gas bubble in front of my vision for the next few weeks. But it’s done! And it needed to get done now rather than later.Imagine me typing this in 18-point just so I can see it. And my face two inches from the keys. Then, radiation of my upper pelvic region, which includes my stomach, has made me nauseous and gastrically disturbed. My radiation doctor gave me Friday off because I looked so peaked, and I missed most of a...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 14

Posted by on Mar 7, 2013 in Archive | 23 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 14

I can hardly see to type. I have a bug-eye patch over my right eye, a result of yesterday’s victrectomy—the floater-fulled vitreus has been sucked from my eye and the tag-ends of loose retina have been tacked down. My eye should be clear, when healed, and free of the risk of future detachments, at least as much as possible. This had to be done now rather than after the cancer treatments because the longer the detachment waits, the more permanent it becomes. I  have to lie on my stomach four hours a day, head down, to  put the gas bubble in its proper place. I accomplished this this...

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