This side of the sod!

Dose six of six for this round of consolidation chemotherapy is underway, and I am scheduled to go home again this morning. I told Jill yesterday that the last day is the hardest...you know, "so close and yet so far away!" 

This round has been a good one. My plans for more things to occupy our time here at the Club have worked out splendidly. We finished our novel yesterday. It was full of twists and turns that we didn't expect, as all good mysteries are,  and we thoroughly enjoyed it. 

I have watched some old, old movies that I really enjoy but that aren't among Jill's favorites. It fills my time after she leaves me for the day. 

We have been able to walk daily around the campus, because the weather has been perfect and my blood counts have been in the range where I have a fair amount of energy. Yesterday, we walked 1.8 miles; not bad for an ailing septuagenarian! 

And so today I am homeward bound. While I was gone we had a tree service come in and trim trees and shrubs. Jill tells me the results are spectacular and have opened up our backyard so it looks and feels bigger, providing us a view of the coast range mountains. I can't wait to see it. 

All in all, I would say, for what we are dealing with, it has been a good week, and I feel the future is bright. This old body is doing what God designed it to do, and the medical team is encouraged. We still look forward to one day at a time; as much as anyone can truly count on. As old Jake, a nonagenarian gent we met at church, who has since gone to his reward, used to say, "If I wake up on this side of the sod, it's a good day!"

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  1. Bob SSeptember 13, 2021 at 10:08 PM

    I remember Jake very well. He always had a smile on his face and a kind word on the tip of his tongue. I'm glad you are back home enjoying the niceties of the familiar and being to sleep in your own bed with no disturbances through out the night. As much as you enjoy coming home, I have also been made aware that this is when the reaction to your chemo treatments really hit you. Praying for for light hits and enjoyment of your new views. Take care~ Donalynn

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  2. BenjySeptember 14, 2021 at 7:40 AM

    Waking up each day is a gift no doubt as you and Jill are Tom! Much prayers knocking down Heaven's door for y'all!

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    1. TomSeptember 15, 2021 at 9:12 AM

      Thank you, Pastor Ben! If prayer will do it ( and it will) I've got it made in the shade!!

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