The Sweet 16 quilt is coming together two-by-two.
I spread squares out in front of me in piles of pale pink, turquoise, purple and flowery patterns. And then there is nothing to do but match.
It is play to put colors together and run them through the machine. Play to hold up the little chain of squares. A set of childhood prayer flags.
A woman in my breast cancer support group, a survivor of 11 years, told us to schedule something fun each day during treatment. "Don't let cancer take the day," she said. "Give at least one part of it to yourself."
I loved the gentle truth there. But why wait to let cancer enter the picture?
Give yourself part of the day.