Trusting the Universe (Surgery Day)
I know how to write songs. I know how to give presentations to large groups of people. I know how to drive a stick shift in Australia. I know how to make pickled herring. I even know how to whistle.
I know how to write songs. I know how to give presentations to large groups of people. I know how to drive a stick shift in Australia. I know how to make pickled herring. I even know how to whistle.
There are days like these Where nothing’s what it seems There are times like now We must get through somehow Everything will still be here tomorrow What we said today will still be true Leave the pain, the fears
I woke up a bit too early this morning – too early and too dark to start the day just yet. So I stay in bed and let my mind wander – presenting a smorgasbord of various images and conversations,
Through a tunnel of snow we flew Gasping and exhilarated Across the edge of a cliff With ourselves and all We were floating – We had wings We never knew existed (they say they’re always there just waiting for
Now with only one chemo treatment left to go, I think about the choices we will need to make soon. If no cancer cells remain in my body from the surgery and pathology report, it’s called a ‘complete response’. If
With Chemo No 5 fully working its way through Linda’s body, we are now contemplating the remaining treatment program with one more chemo session to go followed by surgery (May 30) and radiation later this summer. In the best possible
Some friendships are steady and solid. We are so powerfully connected, and love is real and present in our midst all the time. Even if we don’t see each other for some time, we know deep in our hearts that
Linda has now passed Chemo No. 4 with two more treatments to go before surgery and we’re starting to sense patterns; the first few days after all the infusions, her whole body is just really warm, her face flushed, she’s
I have this image of a little girl who doesn’t get the toy she wants and complains with tears streaming down her innocent cheeks. “It’s not fair!!!” In her world, fairness is about her getting what all the other kids
On our last visit with our regular oncologist, a substitute doctor filled in for most of the appointment. As we discussed future treatment options, she shared a known-but-nonetheless-startling clarification that hadn’t yet been so clearly defined to us. she shared