Mary Beth Lawler Art Blog
A few weeks ago, my friend, Gaye who lives in England now, came stateside for a visit. We met at her sister's house in Connecticut for a lovely dinner on a Sunday afternoon that was ideal. Her sisters house has a big wrap around porch that overlooks a pond and the air was busy with dragonflies and hummingbirds. Gaye and I were cocktail waitresses together through our college summers and have remained friends ever since. She and her husband moved to the UK almost 20 years ago, and while we call and write regularly, somehow it's not the same as seeing someone in person. I have gone to Great Britain 3 times and I love it there. She lives just above Oxford and we've been all over to see the tourist must sees, as well as doing everyday errands in nearby villages and getting invited for coffee at the neighbors. The English can make a perfect cup of tea, but coffee...not so much. Since my experience with cancer I find that a lot of my friends want to "see" me. Reading emails and talking on the phone just doesn't give them the visual confirmation that I'm alright. My hair is coming back in for real, even I can see it. It's like baby hair, very fine but it looks as though it's going to be dark (mostly)I see a few white mixed in there. My fingernails are actually falling off now. It doesn't hurt it just looks gross. Radiation is going well, I have had 22 treatments out of 30 and just yesterday started to see some burning. My appointments have been moved to 8:15 am which is so much better, I'm out of there by 8:30 and I have the rest of the day to get something done. I have to say that the technicians who see me every day are unbelievably great. Happy, pleasant, positive, totally professional and personable, even taking the time to admire my earrings. They must see 30+ people a day and they treat everyone like they are their only patient. It makes going to treatments every day very agreeable, I even look forward to it. Almost there.