Today I feel much better. Thank you. Thank you for taking my fear and my despair and sharing it amongst yourselves.
Yesterday in the studio, as I glazed all the cups and all of the bowls, I listened to Nick Cave and REM, The Mess Hall and Jen Cloher and I cried.
I cried as I poured and I sieved, I cried as prepared my work for the final firing and as I cried, Harry the dog pressed himself against me and licked the salty tears from my face. I hugged my dog close until the hairs that he constantly sheds, went up my nose and into the glaze and I smiled at the mess we both made.
Over the past three years I have cried a lot of tears into Harry’s furry neck and all he asks in return is that I throw a ball for him and turn a blind eye when he steals the cats food. He is a good dog.
We are in a holding pattern. It will be weeks before some of Evelyn’s test results are back and so begins the slow process of trying various medications that are known to suppress seizures.
As for Evelyn’s blindness, well, I am trying very hard not to think about the reasons for that at the moment.
Thank you for your support. I am so very very grateful that you are here with me.