I started Kelly Corrigan's The Middle Place last Spring. I didn't finish it because I was afraid it would be sad. I do not want to imagine a world without my Dad. I didn't want to read about Kelly's bout with cancer and her father's illness. I wanted to pretend these things could never happen. Now, I hope I can find the book, because, now, my Dad has cancer, too, and once upon a time, so did I. It might be helpful to read about how someone else navigated different doctors and different schedules and long stretches in the chemo "infusion suite" and long distance calls with brothers and sisters.
My Dad's always told us that life is an adventure. This is an new adventure, a new challenge, and God willing, we will all get to the other side, wave cheerily to those earnest oncologists and march, hand in hand in hand in hand...(it's a big family) off into the sunset. We might be singing, too, Tell Me Why in harmony. It's what we do.
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| My Mom and Dad, at least 10 years ago. |
I have a stack of books to share with you! HUGE! But this weekend is the Lehigh Valley Monthly Meeting (Quakers) Craft Fair, of which I am the coordinator-ish person AND my daughter-in-law's baby shower, of which I am the hostess. So I am busy, busy, busy so so so so busy. (Oh and my husband's birthday. Poor guy doesn't get much of one this year.)
And Peter, your prize may have to wait a day or two because I have misplaced Darth Paper. If I had a name that told people what I did, it would be Loses Books. Sigh. It was promised. It will be delivered.
