My writing took a nosedive during the past three days as my body tussled with some cold bugs. Outside, the cloudy, dark skies and almost constant pounding rain gave me added license to stay indoors.
Almost the entirety of each day was spent reading … just one book, beginning to end. A fabulous book! The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, by Rebecca Skloot.
This is a true story encompassing everything imaginable: racism, medical science and research, family, greed, faith, idealism, small town dynamics, on and on and on.
The blurb on the front cover reads: “...doctors took her cells without asking. Those cells never died. They launched a medical revolution and a multi-million dollar industry. More than 29 years later, her children found out. Their lives would never be the same." I turned one page to the next, savoring every word and eager to read more, learn more. The author’s long slog to publication sure seems worth it to this reader.
In these three “out of touch” days, I found great contentment in simply being and healing.
