MaeLyn's Musings

I want to cry. I had a doctor's appointment this morning and got back the results from the CT test I had a few weeks ago. The doctor wants me to have another "procedure" to have several rogue lymph nodes removed before they get bigger and potentially spread to other parts of my body. He gave me a referral to a head and neck surgeon across town to have them look at the scan results and see what they think. I may very well end up with another, even longer scar on my neck going up towards my ear. I had hoped that the original surgery and iodine radiation would have been the end of it, besides, of course, the pills I'll have to take every day for the rest of my life. (In this crazy world we live in now, what if something happens to the supply chain of this type of medicine?)  The thing is, I feel fine. These lymph nodes aren't big enough to be seen, and neither I nor the doctor can feel them. If it weren't for the imaging technology, I would never have known anyth

This morning as I was tidying up the house, I noticed the growing pile of one of my son's things around the recliner in the living room. While annoyed at the clutter, I realized that as I was gathering other belongings of his in the living room and dining areas, I was tempted to add them to his pile next to the recliner rather than dumping them in his bedroom as I generally do. Somehow that corner of the living room had become "his." I started pondering why this bothered me so much, and in the process, began pondering what the concepts of "public" and "private" spaces mean to me.  You may be questioning why I am the one gathering his things from around the house. I wondered that too, but I think this also has to do with the fact that he is at work all day today, and my perception of  public and private spaces. Rather than work on my quilt today, I decided to make a (close to) scale drawing of my home as an illustration for the following representation