Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

Those who know me, know I tend to anthropomorphize. That is, to take an inanimate or semi-inanimate object and ascribe human characteristics to it.  In my cancer world, the most recent example was naming the drain that accompanied me home from the hospital. In reality, what drain has a human name?

I’m at it again. This time I’m naming my weak arm Arm-anda. You may think this is silly, but I find it to be a great coping mechanism. I can separate Arm-anda from the rest of my healthy body and treat her accordingly. I assure you, however, she will not meet the same end that Duane the drain did.

Today was a solid 9.