Things have looked up for me since my last grouchy post. Sure, my arm's still broken. And yes, I do have a big scan tomorrow (important b/c it's the first time we'll know if this new chemo is working for me). So I've got that + waiting for the results (my LEAST FAVORITE THING EVER) ahead of me.
But for some reason, my spirits have risen lately. I feel happy and light again. An abundance of warm, cozy experiences have surrounded me of late, and I am again reminded how sweet life is.
Three years ago, just after I was diagnosed, I met with a feng shui master, an elderly Chinese man about as tall as my ribcage. We spent hours together, and we are friends to this day. He brought me, among other things, a plant intended to bring me good energy. The plant lives simply in water, and in the days since I took over its care, it has thrived, easily doubling its height. However, in the time since we've moved to our new house, it was somehow left in a back corner. Then, for a month while we remodeled the kitchen, it lived in that frigid room. Just a week ago, Neil and I found it. We both gasped at its condition. The once abundant green leaves had turned crisp, yellow, and spotty. We moved the plant to our bedroom, and just tonight we pruned off the deadness. I noticed a lone shoot at the top, healthy and tall, just peeking out. Recovering. Bouncing back. I know it's crazy, but we both consider that plant to be a tabletop manifestation of my health. It's taken a kick in the shorts lately. But we're both coming back.
I honestly think this scan is going to bring good news.