November 12, 2011
Howdy. I’m at work, sun streaming in through the windows, old Yiddish songs on the radio. Very fall-like all-in-all. The kitchen gang is clanging along too, making food for a wedding later on today. All is good.
Before I forget – Marty reminded me to tell you that next Saturday is the Holiday parade. The route is right in front of our shop. Sort of fun, and sort of a pain-in-the-neck too. If you have little children, it is a GREAT viewing spot. When and if it gets too cold, you can step inside and have some hot chocolate or take a seat in our front window for a fine vantage spot.
It has been a good week for me. Yesterday was 11.11.11. My very best oldest friend is visiting me for a few days (we’ve known each other since I was 15) and she came with me to my treatment. My sister, who didn’t need to, since Barbara was here with me, decided to come join us, especially to be there for 11.11.11 on 11.11.11. Charlotte, the nurse, went about her business, getting me all set up. Heather chirped alongside, monitoring all the clocks: the one on the computer, the one on her phone, the one on the wall. When it was time we all spontaneously clumped into a tight little circle, Barbara, me, Heather, and Charlotte, held hands, closed our eyes, and quietly had our own thoughts. Charlotte was game, getting caught up in Heather’s enthusiasm. And at a certain point we all opened our eyes and that was that. Very special.
I am now down to THREE treatments. Thank heavens! This is a long haul and I certainly will be relieved to have them done. It’s almost time to say Whee!!!! Almost.
In the meantime I’m continuing to bundle up and hunker down for the colder months. I completely ran out of oil the other day. YIKES! Fortunately the next day was delivery day in my neighborhood and so I managed to get on the schedule. The oil WAS delivered but I had really let the tank run dry and, ugh, a furnace does not turn back on once you’ve let it go dry. Heh. Heh. I quickly built a fire in my woodstove to try to get the chill out of the house and make a quick call to the furnace folks. Fortunately – again – though I called at 4 pm, they came right over (who has ever heard of that?) and got me going. Soon enough the house was toasty and all was good.
It’s been like that lately. I plunk along, stumble, get saved, plunk, stumble, get help, and on and on. It’s good. The help comes just when I need it. I have not been let down. I am surrounded, padded, protected.
Monday is my half birthday. Half a year ago I was evaluating the news that cancer had come back for a visit. I was exploring how to un-invite it into my body. A half year ago I did not have the answer or even the approach. Now I am nearly done with this treatment. I am surrounded by goodness, my love, by help, by just-in-time answers.
Next week, hard to believe, is Thanksgiving. It has not really been cold enough for me to remember that the calendar has rolled around to this time, but it is true. Adam and I are going to make Cranberry Chutney this week. Nothing like that to get a gal in the spirit.
I’ll be in touch next week.