Myasthenia gravis aside, mispronouncing her own name is nothing new to UnderWoman.
The first words she can remember saying were “Wendy Do-It!”
And it stuck!
It stuck for her parents, Archer and Merrie. For her brothers, Scoot and Grog.
Even the Do-It Family animals — Risk-It, the myotonic goat; Pig-It, the three-legged one; Brisk-It, the attention deficit disorder dog — benefitted from a kind of exuberant individualism that belied what others on the block (the DuMores and BoyCotts, for example…) would see as obstacles.
So it goes for brand builder Wendy Dubit in the aftermath of a sudden myasthenia flare….
After recounting the adventures of the night before, in consult with her doctors, while undergoing a round of in-home intravenous immunoglobulin (IVIG), she spends a few days under covers…and finds the time, the place, the climate delicious.
Into her boat-like bed she brings all-time favorite books and poems – St. Exupery’s “Little Prince,” all things Seuss, T.S. Eliot, Hafiz and more. She brings pens and pencils of every color, sketch pads, writing pads.
She plays music, which has become the best medicine. She occasionally atomizes the room with fragrances of lilac, linden, orange blossom, night-blooming jasmine. She eats carrot-ginger soup with hearty bread, sips orange juice and seltzer zested with lemon, lime, kumquat and elixirs of elderflower and gentian.
She is refreshing her memory, enjoying the present, envisioning the future.
Her moss-green satin comforter would make a great cape….
UnderWoman, a.k.a. Wendy Do-It, is underway!