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

April 27, 2007

Filed under: — Constance at 9:43 am on Friday, April 27, 2007

zigZag.gifMy lifeline would be a zigzag right now, this 40th day after the last round of Chemotherapy. One day will find me with enough energy to run a few errands and do some cooking and laundry, and the next will be one in which just walking around Sanctuary is a huge chore. Some mornings feel as though there has been a body switch during the hours between midnight and dawn and the one that I haul out of bed is at least twenty years older than the one I tucked in for the night. The blood draw of this week indicated a drop by half from the week before when the added Neupogen shots had returned it to normal. Of course, there is anxiety because this response to the eleventh round of Chemo is so different, and we didn’t find out why from anyone because there is no information to be shared. So, what to do?

tasteBuds.jpgEach day, life has to be picked up and arranged into something that can be managed because it cannot be understood. “Live by faith” is a biblical directive that helps a great deal, and also the very direct statements by Christ about not becoming anxious about the future. There are the emotions that need to be beaten back – frustration at a body that cannot be sent forth into house and garden to do those wonderful tasks of living because even if the mind is energetic, the tissues are so weary; sorrow for taste buds that won’t awaken, and the wailing in the background for things lost…i.e. piano lessons with the granddaughters because the energy just isn’t there, and so forth.

CheesePlate.jpgAh well – on the “Get a Grip” side of life, the stinky cheeses arrived this week, and now all three reside, very snugly wrapped, in the refrigerator. I picked up the French one and sniffed at it this morning, and sure enough, there was some scent that remained on my fingers in spite of the careful wrapping. Now I will research a bit to find out how best to serve them; surely one at a time, and perhaps on the roof or porch with large amounts of wine and bread. Perhaps we will cut them into dainty chunks and wrapped and beribboned, deliver them to our friends saying, “We were just thinking about you today, and thought we would bring you this little gift”. (Or perhaps not!) The month of May will bring children visiting, flowers blooming, graduations, Mother’s Day, and wedding showers. Life goes on, and I am still in it encircled in love and the physical beauty of earth’s awakening – there is much to look forward to, and much for which to be thankful.

7 Comments

Comment by Tom Ramsey

April 27, 2007 @ 11:11 am

Your comments are unfailingly authentic [speaking for yourself and for other cancer sufferers, at least this one!], unrelentingly and doggedly pro-life [to coin a phrase], extremely uplifting, and wonderfully expressive of your living faith in Jesus Christ. I’m constantly in awe. For myself, I keep praying for the grace, courage and strength for the adventure. I pray the same for you. Thanks. God’s blessings…Jesus loves you…and so do I!…Tom

Comment by Janna

April 27, 2007 @ 4:21 pm

Blessings and love love love Mom! Here’s a hug from Chicago:

<<<HUG>>>

They say that before we are born we choose our parents. Reading your words, ringing with truth in a world that does almost anything it can *not* to face truth, I know I was lucky to get to choose YOU.

Love love love
Janna

(…and I know Heidi cut in line, too!)

Comment by Heidi

April 27, 2007 @ 5:09 pm

Mom

I did in fact cut in line – survival of the fittest and all, you snooze you loose.

I read your words mom and they sound like the embodiment of a March or April day, wild at one turn and meek at the next. I look forward to the cheese, the meals, donuts, laughter, siblings, nieces, familes converging also like a wild spring day.

I echo Janna’s sentiments and I feel truly blessed to have been given the chance to choose you – I guess that makes me kind of pro-choice – (also a coined phrase)

Love forever and always
H

(Janna – for the record, you totally stole my idea)

Comment by Janna

April 28, 2007 @ 2:02 pm

You know Heidi, given our squabbles I can see why John-paul waited 8 years before he dared follow us into the family…

Comment by Heidi

April 28, 2007 @ 8:08 pm

Honestly sweetums! Our repartee is all in fun dear – you are the one using such plebian terms like squabble when this hardly qualifies as a tiff, a tussle or a scrap. This is just a little parley or a spirited colloquy between close and loving siblings. JP is a gentle and cautious soul and it took him a little while to find what he was looking for. He chose wisely, don’t you think?

Comment by dick gale

April 29, 2007 @ 12:01 am

Boujour Connie et amis:

A quick Good (Sunday) morning from Paris. We three (spouse Susan and her sister Ann) are in a small studio apartment in the tres trendy St. Germaine district (not our choice of district!), but it is very pleasant and we slept despite some Sat night partying six stories below our window.

Connie pourrait voir qua? This question, translated by Susan, is one tha has been in my head over the past few days in Provence. Translation: What would Connie see? That is, your bog has certainly retrained my natural environment “seeing”, significantly improving the eye of this life-long environmentalist.

And so, in the late Spring of Provence, near Carpentras, What would/might Connie see?
– many magpies darting around the newly leafed vineyards — with the amount of new leaf quite variable from one vineyard to the next (there are, lamentably, not correctly aligned birds, as there is no organ music in the vineyards)
– the white/grey smoke from farmers burning cuttings in the early morning, and the right angles that the plume meets when it hits another temperature layer
– the intense yellow and bright green patchwork of the mustard flower and (what green small plant?) — very large checkboard patches, with really intense yellow sqares (perhaps heading for Dijon mustard)
– fields of intense orangey-red poppies, freshly from an Impressionist painting, occasionally interspersed with the random mustard flowers
– the gradually expanding shaft of sunlight on the small fruit stand under the midevil (sp?) arch at the Porte (gate) De’Orange in the old walled city of Carpentras — the sun spot gradually moved until it was focussed on the bright oranges and other fruits, as well as on the two, almost twin, young fruit sellers — truly some Other Presence was running the “spot” that midday
– driving through a miles-long “tunnel” of trees near Arles (this lousy navigator missed a trn near Avignon, but driver sister-in-law Ann was thrilled by the tree tunnels, as were we)
– (from Susan late last night in Paris) a low flight of pigeons, lit (almost backllit) from below with the city’s lights against the higher cloud-layer sky

THANX FOR THE EYES, CONNIE!!!!!
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And for your reading pleasure, “When Red Is Black” by an Chinese American living in St. Louis. The main character is Inspector Chen, and the story takes place in contemproary China — a very gentle “mystery” book, but very interesting, and also charming — I happened across this book and really enjoyed it
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So, it’s off to the Marche (arket) in the Bastlle — if we see two sisters fighting over the same piece of smelly cheese, at least we’ll know their names!!

Warmest Best from Us,

dick and susan gale

Comment by dick gale

April 30, 2007 @ 1:07 am

Bonjor Connie et amis:

Nebraska viens a Paris!!!

Late afternoon and evening we had a true midwest thunderstorm, just like I remembered during my grad schools days at Michigan State. Great thunder, lightning and tons of rain.

The marche was large and fun, and those two sisters would have had many, many cheeses to tangle about.

French elections are next weekend and who knows. The near-right guy is another W — not needed. The near-left woman and the center/agricultural guy who did NOT win the 2 person primary had a “debate” the ther night. This Wednesday has the two who did win debating. Viva Segoline!!!!

Strong, spring-like thoughts continue to be sent your way, as well all move toward the June 21 Summer Solstice.

Take good care,

dick gale
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booker@fea.net

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