I told Paula that being online at the City of Hope has changed my life, but she thought
MCL might just be a little more life-altering.
It's great to be
writing and reading the blog again. Paula's posts are golden and your comments inspire me and help me stay connected. (Yes, I confess - I'm addicted to comments nearly as much as I am to the
Benadryl that drips through my veins.)
I'm
hoping that these lucid moments will last, but who knows. Paula has previously warned me about the perils of blogging while
blottoed on medication. Just this afternoon, during Skye's and Karen's visit, I found that I couldn't access the word "closet." It kept coming out "cottage." Blame it on the
Atavan!
In spite of the minor word confusion,
it was a delightful visit, with all three of us animated and engaged, but I can't make any promises to future visitors about my ability to carry on a coherent conversation. I can at least share with you the beautiful album of candid photos that Skye took at the
Bon Voyage party. After all, a picture's still worth a thousand words.
Is it possible to emerge from MCL better, stronger and smarter? And, more important, is it possible to get all of that on a bracelet?
