The last few days have been torture. I hurt from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. The amputation site is having an electric storm of shock and neuropathy. It’s been a bad few days and I’ve done very little reaching out. I’ve just been waiting…
Month: July 2018
The Brave Face
I’m not brave. I’m not. I’m not rolling with the punches, I’m just getting punched. As I said, I’ve walked through the fire and I’m all burned up. I’m skinny, starving for a moment of real rest, of relief. “The surgeon” will see me one more time in 3 months…
The Surgeon Who Stole My Toes
I see “the surgeon” tomorrow, the one who amputated my toes. I wonder what kind of person it takes to look at a foot rotted black, take a saw and hack off a body part to be thrown away? What allows his mind to go there and his hands to…
Rise!
Rise Bright watercolor and colored pencil. 8.5 x 5.5 inches 98lb paper This is what hope looks like. It’s hands raised and face to the sun. Flowers in full bloom and shoulders light. Faith Austin Sundrip