Eureka ! I was not finished. Only my imagination had chosen another way...

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The doctor smirked when she broke the news to me : "You're going to die".
Perplexed I answered her that one day she too was going to die.
Whom did she think she was ?  Life is as natural as death is.

A struggle started off between the two of us. We saw one another every fortnight.
I began to make up like never before in my life.  It looked as if I was going to a wedding each time.
Before I nearly ignored fashion magazines. Now they came into my life through the front door.

I began to create brooches that made my dresses sparkle.

I didn't want to hide my head under the pillow. To the contrary, besides the drugs and the liquids I needed to inject power into myself.
Long ago the Greek doctor Hipocrates already told so ("Caramba" those Greeks, they told it all !) :
Before getting to know the disease, you have to know the patient.
My sadistic doctor didn't know me : it's hard to subdue me, born fighter. Let's say, I simply try to be brave. I know death is at my heels. I only have to run quicker than it.

At the time I was hit by the disease I was writing a new book. All of a sudden my brain got adrift.
I don't know when I will be able to start writing again. What a shame !
But there is no evil that good doesn't come.

It was at that moment that fabrics, natural feathers, threads, buttons entered my life...
Eureka ! I was not finished. Only my imagination had chosen another way.
As long as we can create something, however minimal be it, we won't get out of shape.

I also badly want to feel beauty. When all points to pessimism. Let's delete that word from the dictionary. Harsh circumstances call for putting our best leg foremost.
Perfumes, collars, brooches...I pass more time in front of the mirror !
Trying to reflect strength and vivacity. Let's make life pleasant to those who surround us.
But for a start longing for ourselves more than ever before.

I insist colours, beauty and why not a touch of lightness ? It doesn't mean we forget those who are suffering. It doesn't stand for an alienation from the surrounding world, politics or problems.
But going out well dressed with an unique collar, with something that really pleases you, is almost an obligation. All the more when you're having any bad luck.