Wednesday, January 26, 2011
One Day at a Time
Though I'm sure I couldn't properly taste it, this gorgeous soup made by good friend N~ went down easy and soothed the lava pit below.
N~ wrote about our visit Monday afternoon on her blog, the Flying Yogini. She has pitched herself heart and soul into yoga and she's making a daily practice of writing about it, viewing life through that lens. Her enthusiasm is infectious, her generosity is gargantuan, plus, Millie and I each got a mention. So what's not to like?
As you can see, Millie adores her as much as I do.
I was blessed by soup made by another loved one a few days ago - black bean from my sister-in-law, K~. She intended it for the whole family, but I took one bite and claimed it for myself alone. It's the first thing I tried after Friday's chemo that I didn't have to force down. I used some of it yesterday morning as a gravy over steamed asparagus.
At the gym on Tuesday, I couldn't get past a walk on the treadmill. When I tried to run it felt like I was on someone else's legs, surreal and unstable, so I gave up.
In the shower, a lot more hair fell out. It was depressing.
And then I held the camera over my own head. Even more depressing.
On the bright side, I discovered that honeydew melon tastes fine. And so do french fries.
There is more to share, including the bald-spot photos. Coming soon...
PS. You may have noticed I'm remodeling the blog. So far the changes are purely cosmetic. Hope it's not too confusing.