4 MY HOPE CHEST

In response to my latest medical update, my dear friend from high school ‘daze’, Judith who sadly lost her twin sister, Jill, to ALS, fairly recently) replied:

You are the most incredible person.  May you and your family continue seeing the sunlight.  You have strength and a vision for life.  And I have hope to be able to share life together with you. 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

My reply:

Thank you, Judith, for offering me such a wonderful hope to place ever so loving into my hope chest, above which a sign of good health can be easily seen, and upon this sign is plainly written:  Within My Chest and Yours Beats A Matched Set of Hearts Filled With A Cornucopia of Positively Focused Hopes Many of Which Will Be Happily Realized Following Surgery #2.  And in hopes that my #1 HOPE has been clearly conveyed—concerning my enjoyment of many healthy years with family and friends, directly ahead—

I LOVE YOU to the moon and back and hope to feel well enough to come out to play with you, very soon!

🙋🏻‍♀️💖Annie

PS 

Judith, knowing that your loving message of hope inspired my intuitive reply,  I’d like your permission to ‘copy, paste’ and post your loving hope and my heartfelt reply to my blog in hopes of inspiring thousands of friends I’ve yet to meet to choose to face life’s greatest challenges with hopeful attitudes, because otherwise, life can quickly feel so dark as to blindly bump into a build up of alarming fears that block our gift of insight from knowing when to throw open the drapes and embrace yet another sunny day in which the magic inherent within intuitive minds is busily creating one medical miracle after another, each of which pertains specifically to healing whatever ails human beings like me, and knowing this to be true, concerning brand new medical breakthroughs in the making, I plan to remain patiently fully ready to claim the medical miracle that will hopefully call out my name.  🙋🏻‍♀️💖🔆

PSS

My hair stylist of forty years, Tony, came to our house, yesterday with his electric clippers in hand, suggesting that whatever was left of my hair was shorn and gone by late afternoon.  As I’ve been leaving hair balls wherever I go, that makes me hope to have nine lives as do our nimble independent, four legged furry, little friends.

Barry and David hope to arrive, independently, at about noon on Saturday, which is good, as that offers me today to rest up in readiness to fully enjoy the circle of love on Saturday, when our whole family will celebrate being together, inside, unmasked, for the very first time in a year and a half, now that Barry’s vaccination has readied him for heartfelt interaction.  Once Ravi is in the midst of her four favorite, playful uncles, I’ll watch happily from the sidelines being that Gramma Annie still feels really tuckered out from my last chemo infusion.  And as tomorrow is Will’s 79th birthday, we’ll delight in sharing much to celebrate, together, at last!

And now, having stuffed today’s post full of happy hopeful thoughts concerning the love in that’s directly ahead, I hope this up coming weekend holds all good thing for you and your family, as well

🙋🏻‍♀️💇🏻😻Annie