May 1, 2006
This day is absolutely stunning with sunlight, birds, all the wonderful things that add up to splendor here. The Big Blue Heron flew overhead and a meadow lark delivered its morning song especially well as we walked past.
I feel good today; energy is up, Oxycodone is in place, injection of blood thinner didn’t hurt very much, hair looks awful, but then who’s looking, and Janna and the twins are coming out by noon. Today is the 135th day of my new life, and I feel a great deal better than I did when the year began. This is the month we have been waiting for, and I am thinking of portents. . . in another time and culture, the priests would be seeking out the chicken that would be killed for the reading of the entrails to see what is to come next; here it is the Bone Marrow Aspiration that we have been talking about for quite some time. On May 12th, the wall of the hipbone will be breached, the marrow and blood sample will be sucked out and bits of it will be carefully sealed into tubes to be given to those trained to “read the portents”. Thank goodness it’s not just the innards of an erstwhile chicken! On May 18, we will gather at the oncologist’s office and see what has been sorted out for the future.
Last night I went to a concert of music written by Mozart and Haydn 250 years ago. All of us in the audience sat as one entranced by the beauty of the sounds of orchestra and choir delivering the familiar psalm texts of Vespers and our faith’s story in the Lord Nelson Mass. A soprano soloist’s voice floated above and over. Afterwards, I said to daughter Heidi, “When I get to heaven, I will request becoming a soprano.” She replied, “I don’t know Mom, it looks like a lot of work, being a soprano. . . now altos, they get to rest quite a bit, and just sing some fantastic songs now and then, but sopranos, I think they have to sing all the time.” Yes, indeed, and I shall be a great soprano!
May Day! Little paper cup baskets of flowers and M and M’s hung on doorknobs with wishes of happiness and joy to the residents within. May Day! The sounds of “Sanctus” and “Dona Nobis Pacem” written so long ago sounding now in the head and reaching forward. May Day! Granddaughters coming through the door with big plans for us and for Alphie. May Day!