Again today I
am sick, stuck in the house and in bed. And again it is a cool, rainy
day and I bump up against feelings of resentment for "wasting" a day
inside, when I'm desperate to enjoy my twenty-seven remaining days in
New York City.
Restless and frustrated, I reach out to friends by email and text and as they respond with humor and grace, my anger slips away and is replaced by gratitude. The cold edge of bitterness at my illness dissipates and I feel myself softening to a desire to care for my body, rather than to continue to push it.
And so I rest and read and write and watch a move and rest some more.
Restless and frustrated, I reach out to friends by email and text and as they respond with humor and grace, my anger slips away and is replaced by gratitude. The cold edge of bitterness at my illness dissipates and I feel myself softening to a desire to care for my body, rather than to continue to push it.
And so I rest and read and write and watch a move and rest some more.
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