One of my chair buddies called today, we were out in the yard, but he left a message that brought a smile to my face. We had given him a couple of Rick's books, he has read the first one and started the second.
He loves them.......but the smile came when he told me that he was doing so well, that he probably wouldn't see me this week.......he's going to a baseball game. He'll get his treatment early, then head out to Birmingham's Rickwood Field to see the game.
There was a lilt in his voice, he is always smiling......but, this was different......he felt good. He is my favorite buddy, and I hope to see him. It is just not the same when he isn't there.
I can tell it is almost treatment day.......my energy level drops big time. Not sure if it is physical or psychological, it just seems the juice leaves my body about five days before the next round.
Today was good, I saw friends and family. There were blue skies, it was sunny and warm and I made a blueberry pound cake with our fresh blueberries. But the undercurrent........knowing this is treatment week.
I remind myself, it could be so much worse......this too shall pass.
I hope you all are having a wonderful weekend, remember those who have served, the sacrifices they have made.....bless them all and all of you as well.
Goodnight, sweet dreams