Sunday morning

I apologize for the REALLY long post last time. I guess I wanted to remember everything about the radiation planning session. No more posts so long, at least I'll try.

Jessie and I got to the park yesterday and again this morning. We've been going a little later than we used to, first because the sun comes up a little later and second because it's been so damn cold. Today we were taking a path to the pond that winds through some tall pine trees and I thought I saw people skating on the big side of the pond. I really did think I saw them, but when we got there just a few minutes later, they were gone. I may actually have hallucinated them. I did notice that the little stream that winds along side of the smaller loop had more ice on it than yesterday, but still had some open water.

The book on great blue herons arrived. It looks to be quite dense and scholarly, and seems to be mostly about a community of herons on the west coast in Canada, but it may have some information in it that will help me understand "my" heron better (assuming "my" heron comes back in the spring). The other books - on ducks and geese and on pond ecology - have yet to arrive (I ordered used copies from individuals so there is no telling how long it will take to receive them).

Meanwhile, I'm zealously protecting the green magic marker lines on my abdomen so that they'll still be there when I start radiation on Tuesday, Jan 12th. I had a lovely long chat with J who was in NYC from his home in CA, visiting family. I went to synagogue services yesterday and chatted with quite a few people; the reactions to my circumstances seem to have dialed down toward normal. Today L and I are going to the movies. All in all, my life proceeds almost normally. Of course, many other people's cancers bring pain and suffering and - god forbid - death every day, including to children, global warming still needs a solution - and no, the fact that we've having a cold winter does NOT disprove the scientific basis for global warming), poverty and greed both abound in their dysfunctional relationship, and the world still cries for peace. I guess, no matter how good a day one has, there is no room for complacency.

Peace.