Wednesday, October 2, 2013
That Quiet Hour of the Morning
This is the quiet hour. v is still asleep, the kitchen has been put in order and I have my coffee. I also, generally, have a text conversation with my childhood friend who lives in Southern California where we grew up. She's even a teacher in the school district we attended. First grade and, gosh, she's been there long enough to retire! Unbelievable! I won't even post how long we've been friends since we met on the first day of kindergarten. Since my family all passed so many years ago, she is the person I've known longest in my life. She is my family. She even took off from work and drove the eight hour drive, overnight, to be there when v and I married. We didn't have a wedding, just a minister we found through telephone inquiries. We didn't even meet her until the ceremony. When I suddenly realized I wouldn't know her I phoned her the night before to ask how I would recognize her. She said she'd "be the woman in the green truck!" and I said I'd be the one in the blue truck. So it was great. v'd chosen the site, a favorite spot overlooking Carmel Beach. My dear friend was there, also a couple of my co-workers "crashed" the ceremony. It was amazing to me. v cried, he's just so sentimental. Do you know, we still look at each other and say "how did we get so lucky?" Well, with it's ups and downs, I still feel I live a charmed life, v hasn't been so lucky, but it's had a glow since we've been together. So much is due to the wonderful friends we have, old and new.
The latest CT results will be today and the next round of chemo. We'll see...
In bocca al lupo. m & v