Sunday, March 6, 2016

LH mercy, folks.

Originally, this thing moved in a weird way.  Now it's gone--just a normal
picture of Catherine, Maybelle, and me.
A month.  It's been a month since I wrote here!  I kept planning that I'd write for my issues.  Blah blah blah.  Here I am.

Writing is challenging these days.  Speaking is difficult.  I have continued communication that seems to shift.  More and more difficult.  I am struggling--rest assured.

I've had to read this blog for three times so that I'm can get it across.

So let's talk about what's going on.

  • I'm learning how to do online teaching at my school, and it's kicking my ass.  Others scholars are going along.  Meanwhile, I am spending 10 hours or more. per week (more than this?  15?  20?)  It's so hard.  It's time to dig into my wonderful teams every week. I heard this from a colleague.  She's dong this training once a week.  I'll see what I can do--we'll, I'll try. Kicking my ass.
  • Here's an awful change:  I couldn't remember Maybelle's name twice recently.  Couldn't remember.  May...Mother fuck.  My daughter.
  • I'm teaching a class on Tuesdays from 4:00-6:45pm--a long time, while I get more and more exhausted.  Once a week.  A great group--questionings, speaking, doing so in for conversation.  As the conversations emerge, my exhaustion can grow.  The students are great.  I'm having a great time.  And let's acknowledge what I deal for:  it's hard.  This is a new class.  I decided to teach something new, a 120-level special topics course l that me do let what I wanted.  So the class is Living Different Lives: Feminist Disability Studies (and other ways we’re different). That's the title.  We're having a great time. And it might be challenging.
  • Continuing to have the chemo every other week. Following with exhaustion. You have read about this before. I hope that Chris will publish what I've been writing.  
There you go. Happy Sunday! Maybelle, Brian, and I are about to have some cinnamon rolls.


  1. Thanks for checking in with us all. Sorry to hear of your struggles with writing and speaking. I had thought (naively) that both would begin to improve — but, evidently, the chemo is knocking those areas of the brain about. Um, on the bright side, though, cinnamon rolls! (Small consolation, but, well... they are consolation.)

    So, I'll conclude by wishing you improvement (or, at least, fewer challenges) in the linguistic arena, and LOTS of cinnamon rolls. Take care —

  2. I came here via Twitter, where you guessed that people forgot who you are. Not a chance, girl. Wishing you cinnamon rolls for days!

    1. I'm so glad that Twitter was on it. And yes, I'd love some cinnamon rolls