Constance Ore is a retired Teacher, Choir Director, and Organist. And a formidable cook.

January 5, 2010

Filed under: — Constance at 9:20 pm on Tuesday, January 5, 2010


Two thousand and ten! It’s a beautiful number with balance and beauty. Soon I will begin my fifth year of life inside of the cancer community. I have a blue folder that is fat with the copies of the blood readings taken over the years. . . sometimes they would be taken daily, sometimes twice weekly, and since beginning palliative care at the end of March, 2009, once monthly. The white blood count has been abysmal throughout. The disease moved to AML a year ago, and all of the information says that if one starts with the MDS type of bone/blood cancer, the life span remaining will be less than a year. I have had correspondences with others who have had the same diagnosis as mine, and all of them have died. I really don’t know what to think about this; one doesn’t live on due to a higher level of virtue or blessedness – perhaps within the marrow of my bones, there is a very small cadre of stubborn and hard working stem cells that somehow keep death at bay. Every illness, from mouth sores through coughs, intestinal distresses, bruises or headache stays with me a very long time, but eventually, I recover. I do know that others care for me, and pray for me, but I also know that the other people with whom I visited were cared for and had the gifts of prayers, too.

Sanctuary lies under its blanket of snow, gripped by a relentless cold that does not permit melting to take place. Alphie and I hurry along the paths that Charles has carved with the snow blower, and we see occasional deer, rabbits, and birds. I carry several buckets of food out each day for the wild inhabitants of this place. We see the raptors with greater frequency because they know they can find their dinners near the feeders, too. This afternoon, I saw a scattering of black feathers directly beneath the hanging feeders – a mute witness to a meal recently enjoyed, like an empty plate and a crumpled napkin.

But it is 2010! Life goes on, mysterious and unfathomable but going on. There is hope and promise in this year just begun, and my wish is that it moves forward with blessings, balance and beauty for you, too.

5 Comments

Comment by Caroline Schau

January 6, 2010 @ 7:49 pm

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and you and Sanctuary are beautiful to those of us who know and love you. As Charles says, Now, on into the day!… or year as the case may be. God bless.

Comment by Becky Pfabe

January 6, 2010 @ 8:37 pm

Connie, I pray for continued and many blessings for you and the entire Ore family in this new year! Love, Becky

Comment by Heidi Ore

January 7, 2010 @ 8:51 am

Go Mamma Go!

With all the love, admiration, and joy we can muster which seems to be quite a bit!

Love,

Heidi

Comment by heidi ore

January 8, 2010 @ 11:27 pm

I also let Jon know that Love looks like a snowblown path through a pasture and that the bar had been set.

Comment by marguerite rylander

January 26, 2010 @ 8:55 pm

Happy New Year Connie! This is Marguerite, of Helena, Montana. It is amazing to me how you are coping…I love your writings. If you remember, my Paul died three years ago, January 21st of AML, being diagnosed just months after you were. I have re-married, and to my amazement, my husband has a log home by Quake Lake, where you vacationed in Ennis, Montana. We plan to make that our permanent home. You must tell us when you plan to return. I am so proud of you…you are truly one in a million!

With fondness…keep fighting!

Marguerite

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