Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge. It’s my sometime place of catharsis.. release. At times my classroom…my makeshift “family room”. Or kitchen. Come midnight, those times my parents threw a party, it was the kitchen eveyone gravitated towards. As things were winding down, people would be hanging in that, the most informal room in the house. The talk was more casual, intimate but not. And, it’s often where the best dancing took place 🙂
Ivywalker f/k/a zoe is the Hostess of the blog party known as Six Sentence Story Thursday. I’m thinkin’ if I keep participating in this, I might improve my writing skills. Got to do it to improve it, right?
It’s been a little over 14 months since she got the diagnosis and still there are moments, flashesbytes of memory, that light up like the last firefly of summer to remind her that yes, she is a fragile flower.
Fear is a familiar friend, always the current coursing through her being, although those who know her would say she was brave and courageous and daring.
Often she would find herself lulled into thinking and yes, believing, that in fact she was “brave and courageous and daring” like now, sitting on the crisp white, paper lined patient table in her Dr.’s office.
The young PA had taken her vitals, asked a few of the usual questions and gave the rote instructions, then left saying “the Dr. will be in to see you shortly” and immediately she thought to herself, “I can do this, if I have to go through this once a year, it won’t be that bad, I can handle this”.
The moment arrived and the encounter began, salutations, questions, answers, what you’d expect at the annual, hey, you’re old, you need to have a physical every year and besides that we need to find out if you’ve gotten better in the last year which of course may prove expensive if your insurance won’t cover the scan that will give us the results we need to see in order to deterime whether the medicine has been working.
She eagerly asked about exercising and her concerns over types and movements, what to do, what not do, because after all she said, “I don’t want to break anything” and without hesitation, reservation or emotion, her clarklike Dr. responded, “you can suffer a fracture just by sitting in your chair”.