Turn Around, Bright Eyes, Every Now And Then I Fall Apart
Entry 1 10:35 a.m. If It's Monday Morning Jenny woke up this morning and came to my perch on the sectional to report she feels better and has no pain. She feels so good, in fact, that she left for acupuncture without any pain medicine with her or in her system. This is as I expected. The biorhythm is not confounding for me, I just wish I could help her see over the horizon so she isn't planning her death, discussing what she thinks is her impending doom at the dinner table with the kids (complete with disclaimer, "I don't plan to die for 20 or 30 years, but if I do. . ."). Turns out that Jenny will not have chemo on the 29th, just blood work and a scan, and I would guess a visit thereafter with Doctor P. That she, the children, and I have had the good fortune to see her survive this for nearly a year, is unexpected and a gift. I am grateful that we have spent time in the last few days as a family with the girls both together,...