I had a wonderful time today, visiting with my bestie, Alicia. She and her girls came over for tea and baked something-or-other and we had a grand ol' time. Of course we talked about all the important things in life: kids, our concerns, health stuff, Church stuff, God stuff...all that stuff. We drank tea. We used pretty china. It was so awesome.
Earlier this morning I was feeling pretty emotional, and I didn't want to go home after I took Maia and Wes to work. So I hit the thrift store, and I found some tea cup/saucer sets! (I collect them). I also found some pants that I was in need of. So, mission accomplished.
Pink Roses on the tea cup! That's special to me.
And I had another wonderful conversation with another friend tonight after I dropped off my son for scouts. She had her new 12 passenger van to show me, and we talked about the sorts of things people who buy 12 passenger vans talk about: Health, nutrition, when the baby is coming...you know...good LIFE stuff.
I realized that Wes' cancer diagnosis feels a little bit like a pregnancy in reverse. There's that sense of "everything is forever different now" along with that strong urgent sense of expectation. But this is a very different sort of passage, and is more negative than positive. But in that "rite of passage" "life change" sort of way, a cancer diagnosis is huge....and forgive me if I am writing as though I have decided that he is going to die. I am, I suppose. I have to accept it. And I'm doing a lot of processing of that idea...while still praying and asking God for healing.
I am surrounded by good friends and family and love. I can feel it. It is real. Thank you.