Can you believe this? Hopefully it's a clickable creature and you can savor the succulent nuances that my Advocate and best friend from childhood Stacey created as one of my MANY healing gifts. She and her husband Leland have made what can be called "Visionary Art" or "Treasure Maps" - putting your dreams and wishes up for daily prayerful reminders. The oldie (ahem) upper left photo is of Stacey's older sister "Susie" (now Alex), little me, little Stace (with Kitka my cat). I'm guessing 1963-4. We were the Shiny Stone Club of Venice Beach, California! (Guess what we collected and revered). My Chancel Choir from St. Paul's Episcopal Church is in the bottom left (let's see which choir members catch the Photoshop doctoring). Middle me with shorter hair is from Stacey & Leland's 2002 wedding in Big Sur. Flowers and Jesus, friends precious in Scotland (Tony & Ali), a bobble head Bill W. doll.... even my oncologist Dr. David Pfister next to healthy blood cells! I cannot remember another time I've been so utterly awash in love and tender care. And some gold for prosperity, too. I wish for abundance on multiple levels, and not only because this will be one expensive trip even with insurance.
I am of course being reminded that attempting to write next to more than one photo is a grueling arm-wrestle. Or perhaps my patience is being tested yet again, but one hospital-gowned Diane coaxed one of the nurses to catch this giggle with all three of us piled in bed. And that's right; Stacey and Leland are wearing masks. Part of the exciting protocol of visiting a sickie with a sucky immune system (only if you have the sniffles or something light). I have to wear one when I walk out of my room. And I thought the gowns and "Bob" (my IV pole) were bad. I can't even leave the oncology ward until I'm done with chemo in four more days. I am a walking biohazard.
A blessed and beloved biohazard though (and some of you may have thought I was a piece of work beforehand). I think this could be a 50-page blog entry to acknowledging the astounding bliss coming my way. "Trapped" in my room for a chosen healing and taking in such heaven from YOU all..... from your emails I can't respond to one-on-one, to your phone calls I cannot always take since there's usually some medical professional in my room doing something to me, to beautiful cards and yummola chocolate arriving..... my cup explodeth. I am learning how to swim in cascading amazement. THANK YOU O SO MUCH.
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