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The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
--Theodore Roethke
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Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
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Tuesday, November 19, 2002
CATastrophe
I tried to take Columbo to the vet before my doctor's appointment but had to do it later. He went ballistic when I put him in the pet carrier and then broke the door off of it when I set it down on the carport so I could open the car door. He fled across the yard and would have run away if he didn't hate to be outside, so he ran to the back door. I let him in the house and gave up. When I got back from my appointment, I had to wrestle him into the other pet carrier. He thrashed around in it, but I got him in the car this time as he banged about meowing loudly all the way to the vet. I told San, the vet tech at Cornerstone, that I couldn't guarantee how he'd act since he was so scared. He stayed there for his "grooming" while I came home and vacuumed cat hair off furniture and carpet. When I picked him up, they told me he'd been well-behaved and compliant. I guess he decided he was doomed. It was hard to tell much about him in the carrier, but when I got him home, I gave him canned cat food to reward him for enduring the ordeal. Now, how to describe how he looks! Picture a silver-gray lion with mutton chops, a mini-mane, fluffy tail, and furry legs and paws. His entire body is shaved and looks smooth and sturdy since he weighs 13.5 lbs. Brigit hasn't come in yet and hasn't seen him. She doesn't like him anyway and will probably make fun of him. Poor Columbo, my poodle cat!
Everything was fine with my blood counts and all. I'll have what I hope is my last treatment next Tuesday. It will be the Rituxan, so we'll be there a little over four hours. Dr. Spigel said I'd have more scans after this has time to do its thing. Pat, who's been his nurse for 25 years, said she bet this got rid of my cancer. By responding so quickly to the chemo, it could have happened. Let's hope so!!
6:24:00 PM
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