Every day is a First and a Last

Every day is a first and a last. We start the day new and fresh with a clean slate no matter what happened the day before. We move through the morning waking up abit more with each task. By 9AM we have already had a last, a last morning, another last goodbye. We drop off at school with kisses and hugs, they run through the door and I cry. Then I fill my day with as much busyness as possible until, oh joy, it is 3:20 and I can once again have my children. I pick them up with hugs and excitement. I once again have my children with me, I hear their voices play, I'm making dinner and learning about their day. We move through the evening with many more first and lasts that hardly go noticed in the activitity, then we come to bed time and another last. A last day to hear them, talk with them, love them, hug them. We read stories and answer questions, soothe fears and plan for the next day. We kiss and giggle and I tuck them in with tears in my eyes  and pray to my God for one more day.

Pleasures of Music

A heart's desire has always been to hear music played as a family, though none of us yet are terribly proficient, competency at our individual levels helps. Youngest is playing violin with the strings program at school, as is daughter playing the cello. We are working on our first song to play together: Good King Wencislaus. Jingle Bells might be next as that is in both their lessons.  Son desires every instrument he sees and has already made music from a saxophone, surprisingly, with his immature lungs. He craves a trumpet as well. Watching daughter with her form on the cello, I can imagine her playing a harp beautifully. If anyone has one of those hiding away in their attic, a harp that is, we would greatly appreciate it. As for other instruments: guitars, base, cello, saxophone, trumpet, drums (must come with a padded sound proof room included). Our home is their home, so to speak.

Looking forward to a holiday season of joy and music.

 

I can relate to this

Leroy Seivers, diagnosed with a brain tumor, told Ed Koppel: 

I'm not a good gardener. I move the trash and things like that. But for the first six or eight months, I bought no clothes because I didn't think I was going to need them. I actually wrote about it on the blog and got a big response. I went out and bought a pair of shoes, which was a big step. In the same way he was talking about planting the perennials. In some way, you're sticking your thumb in the eye of the cancer. But it's a gesture of hope that I'm going to be around long enough to use them.

I know Where he's coming from. I weigh every purchase with its cost effectiveness, especially consumables. I also walk through stores with blinders on so I don't see impulse purchases that would only prolong the internal debate. Then there are other items that I have procrastinated for 'future' buys before, that I am saying "I really want this no matter how much time I have. I want to enjoy this".

Everyone who knows my perennial garden can understand this statement of hope for life. Every winter I have stood at my window waiting for the first peak of growth and color. Now that search has so much more impact on my life perspective. A friend gave me my high school yearbook quote which said "Hope is a risk that must be run". I still live my life by that thought. Hope and faith walk hand in hand.

Treatment and progress

Today, I am coming back from Tuesday's treatment. Wednesday was terribly busy, Thursday I slept, Friday I putzed and took it easy, today we moved boxes and two shelf units and my sewing machine (yeah!) with the help of friends. It seems forever that we have been working on this new home and to look around now, it is a completely new home having no resemblance at all to the building we purchased back in March. Every inch has been painted, every square foot of flooring replaced and now carpeting and furniture are moving in.

On the health front, we have discovered through some scientific clinical trials that antioxidants from cranberries multiply the effectiveness of chemo treatments for ovca. I have been daily supplementing cranberries with the report that my CA125 count has fallen from over 88 to 8 with only one series of treatments. This is extraordinary. The discomfort I was feeling has completely disappeared and other than fatigue from my treatments themselves, I am feeling fine.