Cancer is disruptive. Disorienting. Diagnosis unexpected. Treatment immediate.
Surgery, chemotherapy, radiation proceeded like clockwork week in, week out. For nine months, days had clear definition and purpose, attended by blessings that would come out of nowhere. One foot in front of the other with adjustments as needed.
Then it is over. Done. Next appointments are months away.
I am adrift.
Whistle Words has been like stitches for me. First those big, sloppy basting stitches. Just get some words down. Even if they’re backwards or upside down. Delicious words. Shared in the safe harbor of Martha Jefferson Hospital. The place that guided me through breast cancer diagnosis and treatment – twice. Then set me adrift.
It has been comforting to be drawn back in again and have an opportunity to take stock of life in fresh ways, with other women, through words. New words. Unearthed words. Words that become threads, reworking fabric into something new.
What a special and unique experience you have created, Charlotte. You have the most amazing way of drawing women out and creating a comfortable place to be. From the very first workshop where you had spread interesting objects across the table as prompts, I have felt as though I’ve been on a safari of discovery. I am immensely grateful to you for sharing your gifts in this way. And hope you continue to spread your own wings in many new ways. You are a blessing beyond measure.