but god is always laughing every time you make a plan
so you can never really know
and everybody’s gonna tell you something different anyway
they think they know but they don’tso
if you’re looking over the edge
where the skyline extends
and you don’t see your friends
they were right behind you…
Most of Thursday through Sunday, I was asleep. The time that I wasn’t, I was in a pretty groggy, zoned-out mode. Dumb stuff on Netflix and silly animal pix/videos (for all who sent them — THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE!) and trashy magazines (J managed to find two different Scientology exposés!) were about the level of my comprehension.
Things happening in the larger world are so sad, at such a deep level, and it’s hard not to let that sneak in even a little bit. So many people have so many struggles, from the individual to the structural to the sudden and violent. It doesn’t necessarily make it easier to know the enormity of that, but it does make struggle and heartache and —perhaps — the choice to let that nudge us towards compassion — seem to be a fundamentally human, shared experience and trait, or at least capability. I don’t know what else to take from it all right now.
In my tiny bubble that I am lucky enough to have around me, I have been cozied up, and the more I’ve rested, the more my body has responded. My left arm is now working fairly well — leaps and bounds ahead of the “temporary TRex” feeling it had through the weekend. Each time I wake up, things are a little bit better, physically. So, that helps!
Jeremy, obviously, is a champ, and has stepped in to anticipate what I might need. He’s back to VG Kids for a part day today, after some extra Sparky care (he’s fine!) this morning.
I keep getting awesome mail/cards from friends near and far, and each one makes me smile. Gorgeous flowers and treats from pals, super-comforting dinners, and care packages that seriously could win some sort of awards for the wonder and joy they provide! Thank you, people I love!
I am intensely lucky.
It is hard, however — a strange weight — knowing that pathology and lymph node biopsy results are still unknown and hanging out there, later in the week.
They told us we’d find out on Tues/Wed, so I’m figuring that really means Thurs/Fri. What we find out from that as well as genetic testing will matter so much in charting the course ahead.
There will be some sort of chemo no matter what, but whether there are more surgeries ahead, and what chance of recurrence might look like (which is so wild to think about when we’re still just getting a handle on treating the right-now-cancer!) is really TBD.
And I guess all of life is really TBD, each day, it’s just an illusion of control that we often have…but as someone who likes to plan, who has been served well by thinking and planning ahead in my life, it’s hard to embrace the total enormity of the uncontrollability, even if I’ve made myself practice that letting go.
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