Now that chemo is not running interference with my sociability, I’m feeling eager to enjoy several friends, couples who have been asking to visit for quite some time.
My sister, Lauren and Mickey fly in from the Midwest, today, for a week, so we’ll hope to enjoy time spent with friends who live in town, after that.
As for friends who await my readiness to suggest the purchase of their plane tickets, well—that pleasure may still be months off, as my hopes for scheduling surgery, soon, remain high.
Yesterday, I completed the week-long series of tests, which will determine whether surgery is a go. On Friday of this week, we’ll review those results with the thoracic surgeon, and if she gives us the go ahead, it’s likely that my right lung in which my tumor resides will be removed in July (same time that open heart/lung surgery took place, last year).
David’s closest friend, beginning before both had learned to walk, is an orthopedic surgeon at Mayo, whose devotion to our family continues to be invaluable concerning the frequency with which he helps Will send my studies to Houston so that the whole medical team is included when decisive factors determining that which will prove best for me are under discussion in hopes of achieving a successful ending to this two year ordeal.
As you can imagine, our mental involvement with this medical brain-trust across state lines has made it impossible to offer my storyteller free rein while life saving trains of thought run, back and forth, non stop in an orderly fashion throughout my well practiced, peaceful brain.
No doubt about it—having invented—
The Line of Emotional Self Control
In hopes of modeling and coaching
A readily available self discipline technique
That effectively stopped my sons from
Lashing out at each other
Both physically and verbally
Has certainly proved to be
A personal life saver, most especially
During this lengthy ordeal in which
The strength of my mental composure
Has definitely served as a balm
Soothing any uprise of anxiety, offering
My beloved family and closest friends
Sound reason to enjoy time spent with me
And each other no matter how deeply
I’d been gripped within the clutches of
Physical miseries, because
My trains of thought had been well trained
To consider my loved ones reactions
Along with my own.
At six years of age, Ravi’s gramma has been ill since my precious grand daughter was four. Not once during these past two physically wracked years has Ravi seen any expression on my face other than the sincerity of my smile, which her loving heart so naturally offers back to me.
As to the fairy garden that we’re creating, the homes are solar, so that at sunset, they light up, just as magically as does a good natured spirit lead family and friends to help to create the aura of light hearted good times most especially when life’s most serious events seemingly take forever to resolve—successfully, of course.
🙋🏻♀️🔆🧚♀️🧚🏽🧚🏻♂️Annie
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