five thousand shades of blue
Wednesday, March 14, 2001
Strange. I feel almost surrounded by death lately. First yesterday, then as I was doing some research on a singer named
Eva Cassidy, who reportedly recorded a version of Sting's "Fields of Gold" that made Sting himself cry, I learned that she died in 1996 of cancer... at the age of 33.
33. That's not much older than I am now. I'm really feeling my mortality these days.
And I have a doctor's appointment next week, finally. I've been working up my nerve to go to a new clinic in town called Volunteers in Medicine. It seems to exist to help those of us too poor to afford private health insurance, too rich to qualify for government benefits. I'm getting a general checkup, but am also going to see about having this cyst-y thing taken out of my arm. I've had it for a long time, (perhaps since early college or even high school) and I don't think it's dangerous, but all this death/dying stuff has me more nervous than I would ordinarily be. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
is
this just not enough…?
