March 17, 2009
St. Patrick’s Day and the willows are beginning to green up; Sanctuary is full of life and plans. . .big family plans for all kinds of birds as they sing out territorial songs all across the forty. It is warm enough to have the windows open so we can hear the joyful noise.
Starting last Wednesday, I began to feel really well. The wonder of that is not unlike getting to see the Taj Mahal for example, or sitting out on an elegant beach on a private island in the ocean. I truly did not expect to feel that fine ever again, so each day has been accompanied with inner admonitions, “Remember this, remember how a whole body feels!” Today that wholeness is beginning to seep away as the red blood count begins to decrease, but I have best intentions toward keeping the feeling alive.
The third and last round of chemotherapy begins next Monday, and after that is complete, a bone marrow reading will be taken in about a month. At that time, it should show whether or not there has been some improvement in the blood, and life will go forward accordingly.