Actually there IS something new.
Last year when my Brawny Man started my desk/work station for me, feeling the
effects of chemo-brain, he took the advice of the “paint person” at Home Depot. The
desk was always sticky in that subtle way where you think it’s dry, but everything leaves
marks on it when moved. One day, when unsticking my sewing machine
for the 100th time, the idea of a sheet of Formica came to mind. After surviving the toxic
fumes from the adhesive (really nasty stuff) and growing a few brains cells back,
I LOVE it.
You will note that my bookcase extending from the desk top to the ceiling is not there.
To say that I am not happy about my Mister’s cancer is a great understatement.
I hate everything about it.
But I am his strong tower; his refuge.
I am not the sobbing, frightened, weak woman I was two years ago.
He now depends on me.
He is my inspiration for finding JoY.