The bad news is that the temperature reached a high hovering around 115 degrees.
The good news is that Bryce and Ashley are young, healthy and too smart to have sweltered in the staggering heat, suggesting their decision not to visit on our covered patio (with fan whirring overhead) until 7pm, at which time we ordered a non contact delivery of Bbq brisket sandwiches, roasted corn and fries.
The bad news is, I found myself overwhelmed by their visit. Why? Perhaps because we discussed current events, which I’ve held at bay for many a month as if all the courage I could muster had need to focus solely on numbing the depths of my fear concerning the 7cm size of my tumor as well as the serious nature of the heart/lung surgery, which awaited just beyond many months of chemo, which saw me hospitalized, several times.
The good news is, perhaps, at this stage of my recovery, I’m beginning to identify intellectually with the emotional readiness to reconnect with those aspects of reality that have been scaring most everyone I know out of their wits—for sound reason.
More good news—
Perhaps the focus of my courage is beginning to lean away from numbing my fear of succumbing to cancer toward reconnecting meaningfully with the ills of the world at large, as F’d up as they prove to be.
Thankfully, today’s temp dropped to 89 degrees, stimulating Andi and Mike to enjoy a visit on our patio, later in the afternoon. And by adding Will, David and myself into the equation, all five of us are eager to enjoy happy hour, together, separated by our Arcadia door. I say that because Andi led me to believe that she may bring a bottle of wine while my pain meds and I indulge in a Virgin Bloody Mary, and as to the men—I have no clue as to whether they plan to imbibe in this or that as we all lift our glasses and offer a heartfelt toast to the lasting nature of our friendship through thick and thin ... 🙋🏻♀️Annie
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