Patience, My Dears

I didn't write a post yesterday, and now I am hearing that people are worried. Well, set your minds at ease. I was busy catching up on life with our son, Patrick. He is visiting from Eugene for a few days, which is not only a blessing to me, but it afforded Jill an opportunity to take a break and do some home tending. 

Our dear friend, Miss Dee Dee and her husband Bob came to the house on Saturday and cleaned it up, and beautifully, I'm told. So, Jill didn't have to clean house, but the flooring we ordered back in May is arriving for installation a week from today. Jill needed to get some of the small things put away that the flooring people don't want to deal with. She was able to take care of that, and I arranged by remote control (read "text messages") to have a couple of neighbors come in and deal with moving the grandfather clock and the electric fireplace/TV enclosure. We have such wonderful friends and neighbors!

After her packing exploits, Jill set the patio for a luncheon with a couple of the neighbor ladies. I'm told they had a fine time dining al fresco. Jill thrives on her relationships with other women, but usually by doing for other ladies. This time the others brought lunch to her and they enjoyed a couple of hours of just being girls together. 

In the meantime, Patrick and I had a great time. He and his family live in Eugene, so we don't see them nearly as often as we would like. When we do, it us usually a family gathering, and a lot of time is spent playing with his daughters, our granddaughters. Once in a blue moon, Patrick and I get some time to spend alone together. When we do, it may look like talking until 4:00 AM and sipping a bit of bourbon, or as in this case, talking non-stop all day followed by watching a basketball game. He and I have always been close, so these times are precious to me. 

So, my dear readers, that's why I didn't post yesterday. I wanted my boy all to myself. 

As for my progress, the reports are pretty boring. I have been feeling amazingly well for someone who is desperately sick. My lab work is right on track; the chemo is doing its work. This phase of the treatment is a waiting game, while my bone marrow dies off. When that is complete, new, presumably healthy marrow will begin to grow. 

Today is day 13 since the beginning of the chemo, and I am told I am right where I am expected to be in terms of progress. That fact coupled with the incredible outpouring of love and support from literally across the nation leaves me with virtually nothing about which to complain. 

May God bless each of you as richly as He has me!