Penultimates
A year ago, we waited for tomorrow. In some ways, some things do not change. This time it is not waiting for marrow to arrive, but marrow test results.
Still, this time differs and not just because a year has passed with life going on. John and I spent part of the day visiting shops and places from the past, this time less gingerly, knowing them and living them almost normally. Returning here is not just about medical tests. It is also about returning with some victory to life, and it seems good.
We have had some "early returns" from John's tests. His calcium and potassium levels are low. His colesterol is off balance. These involve fine tuning in the scheme of such things. His platelet levels are below 100 and ought to be 150 - a "quart low" in a phrase. OK, but something to watch. "Exit polls" are interesting, but tomorrow yields the news.
We will leave Seattle tomorrow before I can update, but there will be time over the weekend for more.
The dark energy cosmologists search endlessly for will someday be known as Irony. I offer this not quite mathmatic proof. The afternoon before we flew here to Seattle, Hope and her companion Grace both died in the pond. Delphic, no doubt, but the meaning? We may never know in this life, but still we carry on and carry what we can toward tomorrow.
Still, this time differs and not just because a year has passed with life going on. John and I spent part of the day visiting shops and places from the past, this time less gingerly, knowing them and living them almost normally. Returning here is not just about medical tests. It is also about returning with some victory to life, and it seems good.
We have had some "early returns" from John's tests. His calcium and potassium levels are low. His colesterol is off balance. These involve fine tuning in the scheme of such things. His platelet levels are below 100 and ought to be 150 - a "quart low" in a phrase. OK, but something to watch. "Exit polls" are interesting, but tomorrow yields the news.
We will leave Seattle tomorrow before I can update, but there will be time over the weekend for more.
The dark energy cosmologists search endlessly for will someday be known as Irony. I offer this not quite mathmatic proof. The afternoon before we flew here to Seattle, Hope and her companion Grace both died in the pond. Delphic, no doubt, but the meaning? We may never know in this life, but still we carry on and carry what we can toward tomorrow.
