"Wishbone" - mixed media on paper, 15" x 22". Available here and at Artfinder.
There is so much to say but so little movement rationed to each healing day right now. Movement saved for a little painting, clean teeth and a change of clothes. These typed words take nearly today's allotment. But with each new day, a little more movement is deposited into my healing bank. I am grateful.
I have a wishbone. Made of metal and donor tissue, a new structure working hard to assimilate - to become a part of me. It hurts. Like anything foreign. Anything as hard as steel. Or titanium.
On my desk sits a form from the surgical center - "how to thank the donor family." I read it every day, struggling with words. How can you properly thank someone for the gift of a portion of their lost beloved? A piece of them lives on in me - a wish for never-ending health and life. A wish for connection. A wish for love that never leaves us. A wish for a spine that will not crumble.