It's been a little over a week since I had that strange procedure. I've really bounced back. Sure, I went through some ups and downs. The first several days felt like a whopper of a flu, then there's been fatigue, and a fair amount of vomiting, even now. But my energy is back, and I'm happy, social, and feeling the familiar cozy, autumnal feelings that one feels when fall arrives. I want to bake hearty dinners, wear boots and warm scarves, relax around Neil's fireplace fires, snuggle with a book and the kids on school nights, all of it. I don't know what's ahead, or if that procedure worked (I have an appt this Wed morning to go over "next steps", which I'm dreading, because I so much prefer living life in this current blissful, treatment-free mode), but I know I have to go back and face the music. I know that I don't get to continue feeling worry-free for much longer. And I know it's unfair. But I can't focus on any of that. Because in the end, it just does my soul NO GOOD. You simply have to focus on this day. Do what you can with today. And don't put off for tomorrow what you can or should do today.
It's funny, I have developed a real lack of sympathy and, I suppose, respect for people who refuse to live courageously. What does "living courageously" mean? I will talk about that in my next post. (Wow, THAT sermon sounds like something you're going to want to read.) It's Sunday afternoon, and by golly, I have stuff to do.
Sorry I haven't checked in in a while. I appreciate all the thoughts you've been sending my way. And food! I really, really have.
And if anyone knows what to do with the 50 or so green tomatoes I've got staked up out there in the rain, I'm all ears. I'll be damned if the slugs are going to be the sole beneficiaries of all that hard work.