As promised…
Well… I said I’d blog again when it got better. It’s official, and I’m delighted to make good on that promise! For a few weeks now I’ve been nervously waiting for this newly happy stage to return to so much difficulty, but. I think…I think it’s really for real. I’m still eager for the nursing year to be complete, for that feeling of being rested every morning, for just a little more mental sanity to allow for erstwhile pleasures such as, I don’t know, scrubbing out the toilet every now and then. But let’s not get crazy. For now it’s enough to take joy in both my children, to feel excited about lugging them outside for the third time in a day, to remember–viscerally–that I have abdominal muscles. It is enough, and adequacy never felt better. Survival has been good, and now for revival! Thanks to everyone who has helped me through these hard six months…
I’ll close with a portrait of another person who recently received some fresh nourishment. How sweet it is! (”Oh, that’s why those little white knives are stabbing me in the mouth all day long!?”)













