Posts Tagged "Growing Old in Poetry"

My Wobbly Bicycle, 153

Posted by on Sep 19, 2018 in Archive | 20 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 153

Well, I just haven’t. I haven’t posted in a long while. There’s been a great deal of caretaking around here, although Jerry does everything he can. Yesterday I saw him dragging the dirty clothes basket along behind his walker, making for the laundry room.   Have I lost focus? Once I wrote about cancer, but that subject, thank whatever-gods-may-be, is worn out for the time being. I have thought if I use what precious writing energy I have on a post, I won’t have anything left for the poems and essays.   Yes, but of course energy begets energy. And when has not having...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 33

Posted by on Jul 17, 2013 in Archive | 14 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 33

This month is my “baby” sister (14 years younger) Michelle’s time at the lake (she owns 1/3 of the cottage, I own 2/3). She said that since she wasn’t able to visit when I was having chemo and radiation, she wanted to give me a lake-spa weekend.  She’s new to yoga this year, passionate about it, learning moves and practicing the techniques of “healing yoga” for herself. I had a session every day on the upstairs screened-in porch, waves lapping below, incense burning, woo-woo music on Pandora, and a little sister who loves me. If anything can cure a body, that ought to. Touch...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 27

Posted by on Jun 5, 2013 in Archive | 14 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 27

Another effort to find a cooperative vein yesterday. Two tries this time. Did you know that warming the arm makes the veins easier to find and penetrate? The trivia I’m learning. This was for a transfusion of one unit of red blood cells. I got to the hospital at 10:45, as requested, but the actual transfusion didn’t begin until after 1:30! They had to send a vial of blood to be typed and cross-checked for antibodies, and apparently the lab was slow that day. It was 3:50 and I’d read half The Marriage Plot before Jerry picked me up. I’m supposed to feel perkier by this afternoon....

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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, 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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