Looking Hard For A One-Handed Oncologist
Entry 1 7:48 p.m. The dogs generously let me sleep until 5:30 a.m., bless their waggity tails. I am finding Willow's barking, exacerbated by Buddy's amen corner yip yipping, particularly vexing this morning. Th ey make up for it by being so damned sweet and funny. Today I will tackle the remaining 6 boxes or so in the garage. I say this every weekend and hope to follow through today. I hadn't thought of it until now, but it seems unlikely we will go to the Carpinito Brother's Halloween corn maze this year, the end of a tradition. It brings back this strong memory of my mother, weakened by the effects of chemo and suffering from neuropathy, sitting in her car and waiting, while we took a 5 year old Leiney and a wee Abby to a pumpkin patch and corn maze in Everett. She was sick, forlorn, and devastatingly sad, waiting for us to finish the excursion. She wanted desperately to participate, cancer got in the way. It is so vivid, un...