Catherine Brunelle

I am writing this to thank all of you. I’ve been lucky, not many diagnosed with breast cancer and reoccurrence live as long as I did. It was time with my long-time friends, seeing how they’ve grown, and Christmas’ Eve Eve. I’ve been lucky.

In the middle of the night I allowed myself a tylenol, which helps alleviate the pain that I can sometimes feel in my chest and back and ribs. In my mind I have made myself low sugar peanut butter cookies, and I am have made myself goulash and more kaposta. in my mind I’m already wearing the incontinence diapers we bought for the cottage, which means I can finally chill out about mistakes. In my mind I have found the energy to go buy that acrylic painting paper I need so

It’s a lot easier for me to do this in the afternoon. It may be the last thing I paint for sometime simply because I’m knackered. It is a gloomy thing and I keep thinking there may be sunshine. It is called Space Opera in Space.

Zsolt and I were relaxing on the front porch last evening, enjoying the massive sway of maple leaves mixing with a breeze and the gold evening light. Zsolt was mentioning how his friend enjoys recording short videos to remember the feeling of a place, rather than what it looked like alone with a photo. It reminds me that life is far more than a picture, or film, or a place to sit, a thing to let happen, a bed. A drive with the window down and the music blaring Eating into an orange that drips with sweet tangy juice Sticking my face into a watermelon on a hot day