Thursday, 18 March 2010
The sun came out on Sunday -- and stayed. The Mistral is not blowing. It's not warm, but it's not frigid, either. So today, leaving the hospital, instead of head retracted like a turtle against the cold and wind, I was walking tall, eyes forward. And saw myself in a full-length glass building.
Omigod! I'm going to have to stop whispering endearments such as "Tubby Tum" and Pudjin (a Yiddishism for pudding) to the animals before they start whispering back.
When the doctor examined me, I asked her if the tumour felt smaller. Yes, she thought so, "but," she said, it's a little hard to tell with all the weight I've put on.
I think maybe we should find a mirror and put it on the wall. In the meantime, I'll just go eat a doughnut and cheer myself up.