Hello everyone, I realize that I am again two posts behind. These past two days I've been sitting by a friend who is back in the hospital, fighting a bad, bad form of cancer. I may be with her again tomorrow.
I don't particularly like this part of my life... the hospital watches, the miles of crochet that emerge from under my hands, the hospital coffee... the smell and the sounds. Hospitals are so discordantly noisy. Perhaps it is to prove that there is still life there, as opposed to the studied hush of funeral homes.
Oh, btw, when I go I'd like a Dixieland Jazz Marching band to play me out!
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