For some reason, every time I hear this song I picture myself sitting on a beautiful green hillside gentle breeze is blowing. Off somewhere in the near distance I see the growing mushroom cloud of an a-bomb. I hear this song and I imagine what that moment must feel like. That moment when you know something big is about to happen. Something you could not possibly prepare for though that is what you tell yourself you have been doing. Something that will change everything in ways that are unfathomable. Something is on its way. Hang on.
Tomorrow is the day for my surgery. Today I am on that hillside.
Well fuck, it's breast cancer 
You are just amazing ❤ Thinking of you today.
*hugs*
Posted by jane | October 21, 2013, 5:00 pmI haven’t listened to La Vie en Rose, but I like the title and will try and find it. Your perspective in this post reminds of the time I was headed for Seattle for some big prison librarians’ conference , and during a plane change wait in Spokane Mount St. Helens blew up and a long line of black spread across the horizon and began to move east in my direction. I’d gone in to Spokane to a park overlooking a skating rink. I watched the skaters synch to “Brass in Pockets” by the Pretenders. I was moved. Then I moved my ass back to the airport and was lucky enough to bulldog the airline into giving me a hotel room. Utter chaos broke out in that city as far as transportation went, and so we all spent three days drinking in the bar. My best friend their was a middle aged Chinese woman who spoke only Mandarin and could not understand the news of the day. I was able to hook her up with a translator that helped her “get it.”
I guess the point of this is that there are dark times, threatening ones that will tax our imaginations with what-ifs and whys, and ultimately our coping abilities which you continue to impress me with. Not just coping ,but making the best of with information and your wonderful network. As you’ve posted in a future blog (which I regret to say I’m finally catching up on) these are rights of passage and they are all presaged by some vision or event of singular notoriety to us. (Am I time traveling here?)
Knowing that things have all turned out to the best and you await another hurdle with respect to the chemo continues to evoke our prayers and hopes for yet more good news.
I Love You!
Dad
Posted by Rick | November 8, 2013, 7:38 pmDad I love this story so much! It is comforting to know that I am not the only one these crazy things happen to.
Posted by maramoon23 | November 8, 2013, 8:09 pm