Barry FaceTimes us, every evening. And ever since Ray learned that my surgeries met with success, freeing me of cancer, his heartfelt, nine year old enthusiastic virtual hugs have come to mean more to me than I can convey. Ray’s natural expressions of relief in the aftermath of my surgeries are actually palpable, and each time he bounds into the room, eager to connect via the internet, his million watt smile ignites my own. And as brothers are known to react differently from each other, whenever ten year old Tony strolls by while we’re FaceTiming, I feel a quiet sense of his love emanating naturally from deep within his heart, as well.
The fact that I’ve felt unwell for two years makes me long to hurry each stage of my recovery, which doesn’t make sense as long as Covid separates us from each other—so perhaps what I’m really longing for is to awaken pain free and with energy to spare in a nation that’s no longer overrun with the criminal mentality that has continued to unleash the worst side of human nature, over these past three and a half years.
Time and again, I consciously remind myself that with Dr. Reardon and Dr. Chan at the helm in the OR, a huge personal miracle was granted to me in Houston, and once Biden and Harris are at the helm in D,C., the ills of our nation will begin to heal in stages just as is currently (and consistently) happening within my body, day by day by day by day ...
🙋🏻♀️Annie
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