Light and Shadow

Friday morning was one of those magical mornings, with the clouds pressing down over the city like a heavy blanket. I awoke to the bright sun and wind gusting through a spotless blue sky. As I drove down to my doctors appointment, I came to a place where I could see the heat of the sun and the wind tugging at the edges of the clouds and lifting them in lacy spirals up the canyons and off the tops of the mountains. Though I've seen this dance so many times before, it will never this beautiful, quite like this again. As I drove in to the cold shadows, I expected to be wrapped in dread , instead there was more beauty. The trees had hoar's frost on the east side of their trucks and branches and the sun brightened throught the thinning clouds. What is art without shadow?
I had become so attached to the synchronicity of the new salon being finished on the same day as the last day of my sixth round of chemo. I so wanted the cancer to be gone, but that isn't what the doctor had to say. Of the 20 to 25% that was left, about 30% more is gone. I still have cancer. The chemo is shrinking it, just not as fast as it was in the beginning. So, I get three more rounds of chemo and another scan sometime in January.
That's it for now.