Day 49
I have trouble keeping up with dates. It is Thursday here and Friday in the East and tracking how many days it has been isn't all that easy while keeping up with life on two coasts and a family in the air in between. The numbers that matter, however, are John's blood counts and, as of today, they are solid. He is as healthy as he could be at this point and actually healthier than he has been since before all this began. Life doesn't make much in the way of promises for anyone, but it has granted him reason for hope.
Courtney spent a night or day or both in Detroit on her way back to Atlanta. Air travel has become a form of torture, but she is safely back and well, albeit worn. Debbie suffered a similar fate on a short hop from Raleigh to Atlanta. I believe the last Jewish saint was Theresa of Avilia - well, that's another story, but sainthood would diminish Debbie, so ...
John's blog has shown in some interesting places on the Internet, including a list of those living their way past cancer - "victims" doesn't do justice to the courage it takes to be a whole and a real person in the context of it all. I, on the otherhand, am happy enough just for a day and a moment now and then to reflect. It is really rare for a father to have this kind of time with a mostly grown son.
We "googled" ourselves recently and I found another Randy Cadenhead. He is a soldier in Iraq. The last one in that role is one of too many others on the Vietnam Memorial. This makes four of us around now. I suppose it may be maudlin, but the odds make it odd. I sent my wishes and prayers.
My Aunt Jan McGuire came through Seattle just before everyone left and we got the chance to share dinner together. She is 5 years beyond lymphoma and much more alive than most of the rest of us. We all enjoyed the time together, family from different corners of the world and then and again now.
Sleep seems to slip away too often these days. It is something of a sad joke around here. Good night then, perhaps.
Courtney spent a night or day or both in Detroit on her way back to Atlanta. Air travel has become a form of torture, but she is safely back and well, albeit worn. Debbie suffered a similar fate on a short hop from Raleigh to Atlanta. I believe the last Jewish saint was Theresa of Avilia - well, that's another story, but sainthood would diminish Debbie, so ...
John's blog has shown in some interesting places on the Internet, including a list of those living their way past cancer - "victims" doesn't do justice to the courage it takes to be a whole and a real person in the context of it all. I, on the otherhand, am happy enough just for a day and a moment now and then to reflect. It is really rare for a father to have this kind of time with a mostly grown son.
We "googled" ourselves recently and I found another Randy Cadenhead. He is a soldier in Iraq. The last one in that role is one of too many others on the Vietnam Memorial. This makes four of us around now. I suppose it may be maudlin, but the odds make it odd. I sent my wishes and prayers.
My Aunt Jan McGuire came through Seattle just before everyone left and we got the chance to share dinner together. She is 5 years beyond lymphoma and much more alive than most of the rest of us. We all enjoyed the time together, family from different corners of the world and then and again now.
Sleep seems to slip away too often these days. It is something of a sad joke around here. Good night then, perhaps.
