I haven’t really wanted to talk about it, not wanting to appear pathetic, but I’m feeling almost swept away by the power of it all. I’m feeling physically quite a bit better, although my right breast feels radioactive, amazingly hot to my touch, while the left one is equally cold. I have to keep exercising to maintain the range of motion in my right arm–a definite tightening of something continues there. I’m still experiencing joint pain, although that is letting up.
Dewey discovered Wesley, an older man who lived with his wife in a trailer east of Mount Pleasant. Dewey built Wesley a little studio at one end so Wesley could continue his work after he’d been ill and couldn’t get around quite like he used to. Wesley’s wife has since died, followed recently by Wesley himself. I met him a few months prior, just before Christmas, about a year ago, when he gave me a blackbird he’d carved. He was in a wheelchair by then, but cheerful and hospitable. I was moved by the modest circumstances in which Wesley created such prolific and impressive art.
I’ve decide to do a little watercolor of each thing I love and write the story of how I got it (or made it), and why I keep shlepping it from coast to coast, house to house, through my meandering life. This is a way for me to pass along my art with the merest of storage requirements.
I didn’t visit Beaver Island last year, the first time in fourteen years that I hadn’t been there for at least the month of July, so this trip was a special treat. My house, which I sold two years ago, i found had been razed and replaced by a huge two-storey job with several livingrooms and as many bathrooms.
I don’t do much but function as the photographer, artist, and general recorder of things, occasionally fishing out a beer bottle, plastic trash bag, or even rooting out a tire or two from the cattails. As last year, I was a passenger in Tom (known as Toad) Starkweather’s dingy, The Toadtanic, featuring a 2 horsepower motor that threw up at the slightest contact with the pervasive weeds.
And here I thought my struggle was over–that the difficult, gambling decisions had been made. Home free, worry free, until my next mammogram six months down the road. But not. (Did I mention that I passed my first check-up and mammogram in June? Now THAT was a relief!)
I’ve been on Arimidex for six months now, and I feel as if I am a hundred years old. Every joint aches–every finger, toe, shoulder, arm, leg, foot and neck joint hurts all day. It’s especially bad when I’m inactive for an hour or more–I can hardly get out of bed in the morning.