From Jeannette: The problem with not having a job or a set schedule is that you sleep at odd hours and wake up at even odder one, such as 4am or 5am the morning (German time), with a pounding headache and bloody nose. (This is a daily occurrence.)
I decided to counteract this misery with listening to old Chinese songs from my childhood. In this day and age google will find me everything I need so I search for “moon represent my heart” and Ms. Teresa Cheung’s u-tube version popped out. Actually I met Ms. Cheung in Vietnam when I was only a child. She was 16 and was a guest of the Taiwanese Ambassador, and sang for us. I remember her being tall and cute, had a mini skirt on. I did not hear about her till she lost her life years later; what a tragedy! I listened to Leslie Cheung’s version…then I listened to pu liao tsing, old song. Again the actress Lin Dai committed suicide. What a sad life. I just cannot stop crying while listening and then I realize that all the singers are dead,,, I gotta find myself some live ones or this will be a bittersweet exercise. Then I found Anita Mui, another by gone goddess… This is not good. Finally, I changed to Susan Boyle singing I Dream a Dream from Les Miserables. At least she is fully alive, although not sure how well; last time I saw her perform on Dancing with the Stars live, she looked kinda wooden and bad,,,… but the song is sad… It is funny how the best songs are usually about tragedy, about fairwells, unrequited love etc… We seem to love this melodramatic stuff.
I am lip singing this, and I think when one has the headphones on, one does not realize how loud one is really singing, because I woke Alan up and since I am singing in Chinese, he has no idea what I am trying to say. He just stared at me in horror, thought maybe I lost my mind…. So Sorry.
Took the computer to the treatment room and did the same; all of sudden three patients that are having drips looked up at me at the same time. I guess I am singing very loud. I hope they like my Karioke voice. LOL. Had to offer them chocolate we bought yesterday in Horb for peace offering…
I am not doing too well with all the infusions, so they are chelating me, which is to taking out heavy metals. I am just going through maintenance, like a car, flush the transmission, change the filters etc….
If they will not give me chemo, maybe tomorrow we can go out and look around a bit; I do get terribly nauseated during the car ride but shopping, now that is uplifting…. I still have lots of life in me to shop ….Cannot walk too far though…..
OK back to my singing, all patients have left for lunch, I am on my own, I can now belt out Moon Represent My Heart. Did you know Kenny G played that music???
I imagine all of my readers singing together.
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I am terrible with lyrics and I can't carry a tune. At Briarcliff Rotary, we have to sing before lunch. You ought to see how funny I look trying...
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This happens to me all the time mom, at work too. People think I'm talking to myself or something and since I can't carry a tune they certainly can't tell I'm singing.
ReplyDeletefeel better mom, we're all praying for you~
Dear Jeannette,
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful stories you share with us, I love them. They are making me to laugh when I just to try to imagine what you writing about. Having a sense of humor is good for you, it helps to overcome the problems. You are always in our thoughts and prayers. Keep going!
Rosa from PSC
I love Karaoke ....good for the soul...keep on singing! I have a photo on my other computer that I'll share with you that will make you laugh and want to sing!
ReplyDeleteLove and light,
Juile
Jeanette you made me laugh. My son put songs on the IPOD when I went through treatment. All I wanted to do was sing and I know I have a terrible voice. Music is so healing, so you keep singing and shopping!
ReplyDeleteAll the best, Jynx
Dear Jeannette:
ReplyDeleteWe should definitely sing some Chinese songs together. When I was in Taiwan, my friend and I used to rent a Kareoke booth and take turns singing our hearts out all afternoon! It is true that so many great songs are full of tragedy and drama, like great literature. I'm so happy to learn about your trips to Horb and your Black Forest Cake (right after the nutritional tips of not having sugar! hehe).
Love you and miss you so much,
Pei
Dear Jeannette,
ReplyDeleteYou have been in our hearts and prayers since we heard.
5 Things that are happening right now while you are reading this:
1) Somebody is thinking of you
2) Somebody is caring about you
3) Somebody is praying for you
4) Somebody misses you
5) Everybody loves you
Don't underestimate the impact of attitude on life - stay positive!
Love,
Ruthie and Al
Lisa sends her best wishes
Alan - your flood story made us laugh out loud!!
Jeannette, you don't want me to sing-I can't even sing happy birthday on key. The only time I belt it out is when I cross country ski at the Van Trapp Lodge in Vermont, it's owned by one of the surviving Van Trapp family members(the story from Sound of Music). So, when I'm skiing on the hills, I just burst into song, "The hills are alive with the sound of music . . . " and I feel so free. So if singing and shopping (although a bit more expensive) makes you feel free, you go girl and sing till your heart is content and shop till you drop. Keep fighting Jeannette, we are going to see you soon!! lots and lots of love, Liz
ReplyDeleteJeannette,
ReplyDeleteHere is a poem I came across several years ago:
Serenity
(after a session of chemotherapy)
Beyond the window there
three trees – two maples and a fir,
A patch of grass, a honeysuckle
bush not yet in bloom.
They are doing their great work:
anchoring the earth and breathing in
and out to give a great gift to the air.
In here I share the silence that is theirs.
I light a pure white candle
and let it, too, proceed
to do its work: to shine in silence,
gather peace for me
in its soft radiance
from all four corners of the room.
I make a cup of tea and break
a wondrous scone
a friend has made.
In silence, too, I have my work
to do. Breath in, breathe
out, ask blessings on
my body’s earth,
and ask for grace
to give my own gift
back to the holy air.
-Sr. Eileen Lomasney, CSJ -
Ballston Lake, NY