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 Easter 🐣 Sunday

Sunlight Reflection Through
Glass, Seattle 2021
Today has been a lovely and peaceful Sunday.  It is is 8 months to the day since the official diagnosis of pancreatic cancer.  Family came for brunch and that went well. It was the first Easter since Omi's passing, so that was strange, her presence clearly missed.  Jane, Mike, and Emily joined us.  Jane has become the center of the family, in my estimation, taking the adult leadership role by dint of her personality, that was thrust upon her as a child by our mother after my father died.  It fits her. 

Madeleine has signed up, on her own, to volunteer doing political work for the NAACP, and begins this week.  She was thrilled that the person who interviewed her is Marxist feminist.  I had to have her repeat that to believe it.  I'm excited for her, and it is a great way to fill time, registering people to 🗳 vote, while she sits this quarter out.

Meanwhile, the 15 year old is working on her room, a constant subject of discussion for Jenny and I.  Abby's room is a wreck, but clearly Jenny never saw Catherine's room when we were growing up.  Catherine is meticulous now.  I am just not stressed.  Abby is fixing things up, but the room does still resemble an Alabama trailer park after a hurricane and tornado swarm.  The child leaves her room almost never, but is always busy and seemingly happy.  She was perfectly charming and normal at brunch.

Jenny is having constant or nearly
constant discomfort in her abdomen, and other attendant digestive problems.  She said to me today, the anger of the situation seeping from her words, that she has made peace with dying. I have no words for her.  

My daily headaches continue.  If I hadn't had a scan of my brain I'd be scared at this point, given their persistence.  

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