Thanks to all the friends who have put me on prayer lists. I’m going for a personal best on the spinning prayer wheels thing!
Thanks to my brother Hal, who took my daughter Erin out on her first expedition pulling up Dungeness crab pots. And thanks for sharing THREE crabs. If Dungeness crab doesn’t have anti-carcinogenic properties, it should have.
Thanks to Carren from Grace Cathedral, who always remembers us in her Family Ministries newsletters and who has cooked some amazing meals for us. Thanks to God for Carren’s awesome culinary skills.
Thanks to Sharon and Laurie, cousins in Rock Island, Illinois, for sending soy breast cancer socks. I’m not into the pink ribbon thing, you’re right, but those socks are WARM.
Thanks to dear pal Clair, who sat and listened to me chatter after taking two Vicodin to ease the freezy cap pain. Clair is threatening to bring a tape recorder next time, but I think I’ll just take one Vicodin from now on. Thanks, also, to Clair for buying paint chip posters, for shepherding us through renovation hell, for not complaining when she got a $55 parking ticket during my last infusion, for driving me to the pharmacy and then home after the infusion, and for enduring a full bladder when my dear husband locked us out of the temporary apartment. Clair and I took the bus to Tibet together 25 years ago, so I guess she’s used to uncomfortable journeys with me.
Thanks to my mother, who though sick herself and addled with dementia, has actually acted concerned about my health and regularly asks me how I am doing. If you know the history here, you know this is a miracle.
Thanks to Erin’s teachers who have been sensitive to all the stress she’s experiencing and who are not putting too much pressure on her until things have settled down.
Thanks to all the parents at Erin’s school, especially Mark, Annie and Esther, who have helped us with carpooling when I’m too sick to drive.
Thanks to Whole Foods for making amazing rotisserie chicken that has saved not a few dinner times over the last month.
Thanks to everyone who sends chemo day, atta-girl messages. They do make a difference.
Thanks to Theresa and Kate, who are right about now driving to JFK to board a Delta flight for San Francisco. They’re bringing coffee from Sahadi’s. They’re bringing themselves! Hooray.