Deb Brandon: Living in Radiant Color

Sigh

Perhaps stopping consuming chocolate cold-turkey would be the best strategy. And it worked. During the first few months chocolate-free, I felt a twinge of regret when a moist chocolate cake crossed my path, especially black forest cake, or when I was offered a slab of Belgian chocolate. But as the years passed, those twinges occurred less and less frequently. Until my latest trip to Israel.

Gaining Insight

We stayed in Israel for two weeks. I woke up on the morning of our departure, my right eye felt itchy. I shrugged it off, probably allergies. By the time we landed in Boston, my eye was swollen shut and weeping. The next evening, both eyes were itchy, and by the morning of me return home, both eyes were swollen. Opening them was painful, and when I did, all I could see was blurry shapes and colors.

Three Little Fishies

I fought to zero in on the technician’s voice. “Her head is down. So that’s good news.”
Where did she see the head? Up or down, all I could see were shapeless blobs. She was saying something else. I tried to focus on her words. Perhaps she’d clue me into the secret language of the ultrasound.