March Wellness Model

Written on her Iphone 9/9/10, 10:32 a.m.Sitting in the exam room on the 16th floor of the center for health and healing where I modeled once while it was still under construction.I just walked in to a bright smile and happy face of a woman who exclaimed, "we were just talking about you.""I'm still here," I offered with a solid smile of my own.She is unrecognizable to me.  Chemo brain lives on and makes me think it might be a good thing to take photos of people and places and things.Yes, I was late to my appointment but where is my dematologist?  In the past he struck me as rather touchy, geeky, constantly stroking my skin while talking to me.  My skin is itchy and I wonder what I weigh today.  I am bored on the examining room table and my phone doesn't work in here drat!  Oooh, spotted A magazine!The doctor came in and felt my skin and told me that I was "supple" and made my day!  He said to not be shy about using the steroid cream and that he was not sure what would happen with my hands.  They are flaky and itchy and red and look so old an wrinkly.   He said to call him in a few weeks.I weigh 145 lbs today..."don't worry about losing,  and don't worry about gaining," the nurse said, "you have a little thing about it." She's right.  Those 50 lb weight changes have torqued my body image and my brain can't keep up with it."Do you suppose your blood type will change again?" she wonders out loud.  "I don't know" I say.  Because I don't.  It seems to all be happening so fast.  They found a donor with the same missing chromosome as the last donor.  She is twenty-two.  That's all I know.It's time to leave the clinic and the sky is crystal blue and the sun is sinking down along the west hills, stunning.  If it were this beautiful all the time it would be a very different place to live.  Bring it on...fall, winter, spring oh my!