THE LONG DAYS IN WAITING
As much as the "waiting" part of this process is not a desirable thing to experience, I'm wondering if when we get to Monday, we'll wish we were back here, waiting. One cannot begin to predict how our lives will be turned in a different direction, when we get the final diagnosis and "staging" of the disease. Instead, we can only imagine. Will the news be "not so bad", or horrible, or tolerable, or, or, or...
Today Tony was a bit queezy, most of the afternoon. I suppose the stress of the waiting, wondering, pondering, stressing, feeling a wee bit insecure, and trying to keep that stiff upper lip... is taking a toll. Tomorrow is another day, and it looks like the weather has cleared enough for that boat ride! PLUS, the children begin arriving late tomorrow night. These things should help distract him.
I've spent most of the day in my pitt (basement, art/craft/storage/computer/bed/room) trying to get it ready for the kids. The Clavier dorm will soon be in full swing. First item on tomorrow's agenda, MAKE ROOM IN THE FRIDGE! We've got ooodles of foods coming, from our parish family, and I'm not sure we've got the room. Thank goodness it's cold outside!
NOT SURE WHAT TO SAY
Over the past week I've learned that some folks have a difficult time reaching out to people "in need". Is it fear of not knowing what to say, or fear of saying the wrong thing? Or, maybe what we're going through has touched on something very deep in their own lives?
While trying to understand this reluctancy to communicate, I began working on how to best explain to them how important they are in our lives, even during the bad parts. Maybe, asking them to try and put themselves in our place? If they could understand how difficult this is, then they might better understand how important it is for us to know they care?
On the flip side... It's quite amazing how this recent turn of events has helped some drop the barriers that prevented them from having a relationship with Tony, for whatever reason. I'm convinced God has a hand in this, proving that even when faced with some of the more dreadful experiences in this mortal world, often times there's that "silver lining", brightly lighting the way.
OK, so ever since we lived in France, I'm a coffee fanatic.
Not just any ole cup of Java will do!
Actually, the reason why I support our local Starbucks Coffee Shoppe is because the employees who work there are SO kind. They also know exactly how I like my coffee:
Americano, 2 pumps white mocha, 2 pumps raspberry, and room for cream.
Ahhh, heaven in a cup!
