Jimmy Tripps

I guess this means we're a team

A friend of mine sent me the address of your blog; she thought it was interesting. I do too. That's why I posted the comment to your first post.

Actually, I thought you'd just laugh, rather than sending the invitation to be on your team. I didn't know what a team was either. I'm not generally what's known as a team player, and my guess is you're not either. But as long as we're here, let's share a few details of our lives.

I'm 54, which is probably about 30 or so years older than you. I've been divorced twice, and I have two lovely children, both of whom are heroin addicts. I have Stage IV breast cancer; median survival post diagnosis is about 2 years.

And yet I'm happy. No, really. Right now I'm eating chocolate (not good for my diabetes); this afternoon I learned the basics of Sufi dancing, the kind the whirling dervishes do. I first put paintbrush to Bristol paper about two months ago. I have little talent, but I'm having a lot of fun.

When I found out my cancer had metastasized, I retired onto Social Security disability. I suddenly received 5 or 6 awards for the work I'd been doing, which I thought was a bad sign. You never know, though, I may surprise everyone.

I could probably say some motherly things to you, but I don't think I will. You know you write well and you think well. I suppose that now that we're a team you'll be able to see my blog, if you couldn't before. You may decide to take me off your team.

Your name's not really Jimmy, is it?

posted by May Terry @ 9:17 PM