Having slept through the night in our own bed, draws forth the word ‘peaceful’, a feeling that’s been absent for many weeks, beginning with the morning when we set out for Houston, and rather than peacefulness, courage filled every fiber of our beings.
Ever since Will, David and Steven walked into our house from the airport, yesterday, I’ve been totally in awe of finding myself on this side of the surgeries, and as I tend to take very long naps from which I awaken in pain, guess who has to muster the patience to wait until the next pain pill kicks in so as to react to whatever is happening, presently, as would a person who is satisfied with her lot in life?
As of now, the friend who dropped off balloons, yesterday, is planning to leave Bbq ribs at our front door, today. And as soon as this post is a wrap, I’m aiming to figure out if my first Mary Poppin’s surprise was delivered to my niece’s four children, so they, working in tandem with me, cross country, can ease their mother through her chemo miseries, being that Deb was diagnosed with breast cancer, last week.
Strange, isn't it, to learn that two of my nieces on both sides of our family have been diagnosed with cancer (one breast—one kidney) within a matter of a couple of months? I sure don’t know what to make of that ...
🙋🏻♀️Annie
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