Emotional enocunters of the best kind
Gilly actually laughed out loud last evening while watching stand-up comedy (Jeff Foxworthy, one of his all time favourite comics – sp?). Today I’d go so far as to say it was a good day. He was excited to see Donnie & Sharon from Halifax, and Debbie and Harper (Liylah’s newest canine pal) from Montreal via Taiwan. It’s been awhile, and lots of water has gone under the bridge since our last encounter. Reunions of this nature tend to have a dramatic effect on us these days; we feel a rush of emotion at first greeting.
The weather (28º inside and out) was pleasant and the company uplifting. Gilly did his standard dirt road walk twice. The second time required some prodding, I’ll admit. “Do I have to?” he asked. I took this as an invitation to insist, because it sounded much more promising than “No way.”
We had dinner on the balcony as we have for the past 3 nights, because it is so hot indoors and gorgeous outdoors. Fred and Debbie joined us. Gilly took a liking to Debbie’s spur of the moment rice recipe (she doctored up Cindy’s and Shirley’s leftovers and the result was protein rich – egg, almonds and chicken - and delicious). He had seconds!
Earlier this morning, Gilly asked, “When are we going home tomorrow?” I answered with a question (bad habit), “Why? When would you like to leave?” “Never,” he declared. I was overjoyed to hear him say this. I commented to my mother, “This really is a healing place.” It is 9:30 and he is still out on the balcony, more talkative than usual. I commented, “You seem to be having a good day.” “I am,” he confirmed.
We have one more day up here, then it’s home to face the music; chemo begins as soon as the pharmacy calls to tell us that the Temodal is in. We are taking a collective deep breath and hoping for treatment without incident.
The weather (28º inside and out) was pleasant and the company uplifting. Gilly did his standard dirt road walk twice. The second time required some prodding, I’ll admit. “Do I have to?” he asked. I took this as an invitation to insist, because it sounded much more promising than “No way.”
We had dinner on the balcony as we have for the past 3 nights, because it is so hot indoors and gorgeous outdoors. Fred and Debbie joined us. Gilly took a liking to Debbie’s spur of the moment rice recipe (she doctored up Cindy’s and Shirley’s leftovers and the result was protein rich – egg, almonds and chicken - and delicious). He had seconds!
Earlier this morning, Gilly asked, “When are we going home tomorrow?” I answered with a question (bad habit), “Why? When would you like to leave?” “Never,” he declared. I was overjoyed to hear him say this. I commented to my mother, “This really is a healing place.” It is 9:30 and he is still out on the balcony, more talkative than usual. I commented, “You seem to be having a good day.” “I am,” he confirmed.
We have one more day up here, then it’s home to face the music; chemo begins as soon as the pharmacy calls to tell us that the Temodal is in. We are taking a collective deep breath and hoping for treatment without incident.
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