More to come soon now that my wonderful daughter has gotten my Tumblr account unlocked for me! A SEVEN-YEARS-OF-CHEMO BRAIN is not conducive to remembering passwords, just a heads up in case you ever have to have chemotherapy, may it never be so, my beloveds, may it NEVER be so.
See you in Brooklyn this Sunday? This can be done by mail, too, just ask!
LET’S SAVE LIVES!, Maybe mine? ;)
This is a video about my search for a stem cell/bone marrow donor.
My donor was disqualified the day before I was scheduled to begin the transplant.
PLEASE, watch, share and REGISTER. Let’s save some lives!
This golden pear tomato plant grew by our front gate all spring and summer. I guess someone must have stood there and spat out a seed from the plants we had growing last summer in the side yard!
Today a man was walking by while I snapped this photo and I gave him the sole tomato that was ready to eat. I told him how to preserve the seeds for next year and then how to plant the seeds in a cup or can. He was enchanted by the lovely, tiny and golden, sun colored and pear shaped tomato, and said that he is going to make a point to save and grow all of the seeds for his friends next year. I’m so happy! Our neighbors, master garden planner Bill and his ever so kind hearted wife Dottie, planted the garden for us last summer, during one of my hospital stays, and we had tomatoes all summer! Now other folks will also have tomatoes from their kindness. The effects of kindness never end. Someone said something to me yesterday that mitigated a kindness that was done for me this year, and I realized how fragile some kindnesses can be, if they are not done with a free heart then they can end up not being kindnesses, they can become a burden, or a source of guilt or pain. I do not ever want to do that kind of kindness for anyone. So, please know, anything I have ever done for you, anything, was done freely, and without any kind of attachment, other than affection and support, never ending.
I am recovering today from yesterday’s surgery, and feeling very sad about my high school chum Adam Jackson’s passing. I hadn’t spoken with him or seen him in over thirty years, yet his friendly presence in childhood is a constant memory. He seemed to be never anything but kind and happy.