Yes...I'm Still Alive!

For those who are not in touch with me regularly, the fact that I have not posted since May may indicate 1) that I'm doing well and spend my days lavishing at the spa and eating chocolate bon-bons (I actually like Breyer's chocolate or Klondike bars) or 2) I've passed. Let me assure you that I have not passed. I have been feeling amazingly well since my "terminal" prognosis in January.

This past week has been a bit of a strain on my energy. I was so tired yesterday that I wondered if this was the beginning of the end. I remember during my days of chemo feeling like that -- totally wiped out but not really being able to sleep. "Only time will tell," they say. I finally took the step to look up hospice on the Internet and read a bit. I e-mailed my brother to see if he wanted to be the keeper of years of genealogical research I've done on numerous family lines. I was resigned to it yesterday.

I'm blessed that my son hangs around enough to have a few chats. We laughed yesterday about taking him as a young lad to buy shoes. It always seemed to be a no-winner for both of us, as I recall. "No, you can't get those; they aren't on sale." "How do those feel?" "They're fine, mom." "You sure?" "Yes." I don't know how many pairs we bought but had to return because "these don't feel right." I asked him yesterday why buying shoes had to be such a big deal. With his wonderful grin that I love so much, he told me it was "the pressure." Ha!

Ed (Edward to me, of course) is wrapping up his summer internship with the U. S. Forest Service. Those of you who are parents know exactly what I'm talking about when I say how blessed I am to be able to see him in his element...doing something he enjoys so much...fitting into this new environment with ease and confidence. I know parents who have not had that joy with their child/ren. It's a very nice place to be. Thank you, Lord for this child.