Thursday, August 12, 2010
WATCHING BIRDS
Dear Readers, the slow pace of summer has me lagging. This was a week without chemo - last go round before CAT scan starting next week.
As I continue to luxuriate on the deck, (I feel a bit guilty until I remember my real summer job...) I am amazed by the color of gladiolas and cosmos, I have had the time to watch the life of yard birds, and to listen to the constant chatter. They are busy!! What goes through the mind of a finch, a cardinal, a bluejay? Clearly they communicate with each other, and fuss at other species - it's so easy to anthropomorphize - imagine the finches griping about the aggressive and bossy blue jay, the hummingbirds asserting themselves - I may be small but I'm tough; the morning doves sighing - these little birds are so manic - and the cardinal as he struts - yeah, I'm handsome, appreciate me - believe me, she might have a toned down coat, but Ms. cardinal is the head of our household.
I guess as humans we want to think our habits and conversations somehow are universal - that our brains somehow reflect the universe. My life this summer has increased my suspicion that we know so little. What we think we know, our sense of reality, what 'makes sense', seems so inadequate in the face of the contradictions of our experience. How can we know about peace and harmony, and still make war? How can we have the concept of community and abandon those in misery? How can we envision health and healing, while allowing power and money to control access to aid?
I guess more people need to spend more time watching birds: not deciding what they think, but letting them teach us? Just a short reverie from the deck...
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
GONE FISHIN' AND REFLECTING
Dear readers, I continue to learn that the unexpected can be truly glorious. As noted, I was saddened that my Sis Sue couldn't visit, but am happy that she is on the mend. The change turned into a propitious opportunity for Beth and me! Our four days on Sargent Lake in NH proved to be a taste of paradise: a lovely little lake (how's that for alliteration?), perfect for kayaking, fishing and just plain ole settin' and reflecting.
I had forgotten the fun of fishing (can't seem to avoid alliteration today) - the concentration, quiet patient waiting, and joy of the bite! Beth proved to be the Queen of the Catch - with her huge mouthed bass! We DO have the pictures as witness, and it wasn't the one who got away! I managed to hook four little sunfish, not bad for a novice like me. And Madelin demonstrated her all-around skills with both sunfish and a respectible bass as well.
This mini vacay was such a gift to us: providing both hilarious family fun and moments of quiet solitude. In our journey of late, both Beth and I have needed this gift - thanks to nephew Matt and his partner Naz who shared their week at the lake with us.
In this chaotic troubled world, we were able to enjoy the treasure of time and togetherness. And you can witness the return of my hair as well! As I continue on this chemo trip, the lower dose of Taxol is allowing regrowth - it seems to be quite a crop, a respectable silver fuzz.
While I revel in the memories of these treasured days, I am beginning to plan a new project: connecting with a national "Make a Wish" type of support for adults with serious/ terminal conditions. Returning to reality from our little paradise, I reviewed our insurance reports, and realized that if I didn't have good insurance, the chemo, etc. would have cost me over $80,000 this last eight months. I am investigating the 'Dream' foundation out of California that provides 'wishes' for adults, including reunions with family and other important connections. I hope to use the effort as a platform to support national health care - with emphasis on the needs of cancer patients and survivors! Stay tuned!
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