Illness | Illness
Apr.27.2011
This week Arnold Jansen op de Haar writes:
It is not always such a bad idea to hide in a kitchen cupboard, especially not when a doctor has just told your mother the results of an important medical test.
The first indications at the hospital were not good...
For the first time in my life I attended...
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Apr.13.2011
Alena the goldfish is finally free. On a warm spring evening, as the sweet scent of magnolia drifted in through open windows, and a lone songbird indulged one last melody to end his day, Alena moved on. After living with the burden of a large tumor which had caused her to go blind, her battle was...
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Apr.12.2011
Inside the White Palace
Tonight, nothingtastes right. You are trying to save the tiger again, this time
she's in the shape of a girl huddled at the head of a hospitalbed, fighting off
the hospice nurses, their kind needles, with a glare and a wave. Transparent guidebooks stabbed directly under...
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Jan.15.2011
My father's been ill. It was unexpected, though he's 100. Mostly it was due to bad medicine, hospital-originated infections, that kind of thing. We thought, this is it. He thought, this is it. It wasn't. He rallied and charged into 2011, weakened and bed-ridden, but determined.
My husband's dad...
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Jan.15.2011
Since 1981, I vowed to learn something new every year. The results have been mixed, but mostly positive: skiing, yes, rappelling, no; dragon boating, yes; roller blading, only if it would save my life. I tried again, last year, to learn guitar. Guitar, like Arabic, was a skill I could get to a...
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Jan.03.2011
Blogging New Year Resolutions might mean I'd have to have some. I do not. They are, for me, a waste of time. Either I'm getting my act together from week to week, or I'm not. There is also little that can be added to the thoughts already posted on here anyway. Except, my point of view is probably...
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Dec.27.2010
I used to love saying influenza…it sounded lyrical, like the name of a woman with wavy hair, standing on a hillock, the gust of wind so strong that she had to shut her eyes and cross her arms across her chest. She is wearing a peach-coloured dress scrunched-up at the waist with a ruffled...
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Nov.03.2010
This morning I awoke with my outlaw father on my mind. I call him that not because he was a criminal, but since divorce no longer made him in-law, he became my outlaw. I would not, could not, X him.
Alex and I had loved one another from the first night we met. My ex-husband (we were “just friends”...
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Nov.03.2010
This morning I awoke with my outlaw father on my mind. I call him that not because he was a criminal, but since divorce no longer made him in-law, he became my outlaw. I would not, could not, X him.
Alex and I had loved one another from the first night we met. My ex-husband (we were “just friends”...
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Oct.29.2010
October 29
To Your Health
Health is a pleasure; health restored is celebration girded with gratitude. The shock of illness quickly imbeds itself to an irrefutable unchangeable fact. When this veil is lifted the body responds with glee, the soul with relief touched with...
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