All day I cannot think of anything except that the chemo is doing its job. I want to dance all day even though my body struggles to move through even a few bars at a time. That’s fine, though, because I can do it all in my head, feeling it in my muscles and deep down where only the soul keeps time. I can see every movement and feel the sensations as though my body were executing every triple turn or floor roll. Over and over I repeat the phrase because that’s what you do when you love a phrase and want to do it better than you did it last time.
Like a dance phrase that I love, my doctor’s words from yesterday ring in my head. I will keep repeating them, dancing them over and over.
5 6 7 8 / walk two triple turn swivel / kick ball change and roll ◆
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