Jessie and I got to the park this morning. I had planned to take the day off to have a long(er) holiday weekend, but ended up needing to go in 1/2 day. So I went in late - at least for me, 9:00 a.m. - planning to leave early -- at least for me - 2:30 p.m. So we got to go to the park. Not much going on there, creature wise. The Canada geese seem to have disappeared. I'm sure they're visible somewhere, but not in our park. Wonder if the heat has driven them northerly. The Mallards were out. Jess and I were crossing the little bridge that divides the larger northern part of the pond from the smaller southern part when a female Mallard flew right over us. I mean right over us as in 4-6 feet over us. She was just taking a short cut from the small side to the larger side of the pond (rather than paddling over all the way under the bridge). Even though we arrived fairly early - a little before 6:00 a.m. - there were already other people there. Must be the weekday routine, which seems very different. I guess I am among the strange human beings who think getting up at 5:30 on a weekend is a good and pleasant thing.
Anyway, that was my morning.
I spoke to my friend today who was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. She had her first chemo treatment and sounded good and strong. 11 weeks of once a week, followed by more weeks (I forget now how many) of treatment every 3 weeks.
I feel good, stronger all the time ... and guilty. So many other people are still going (or just starting down that dark path) through chemo, radiation, surgery, all three, and often with much more critical diagnoses. On a TV commercial I heard that some horrible number (of course any number is horrible) of children - 40? I can't remember - are diagnosed with cancer every HOUR. Can that be possible? That's horrible. Even one child with cancer is unacceptable.
What a world we live in.
Peace. Peace. Kindness. Health.
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