Fresh Eyes
“Daddy— She has rainbow hair!” Thalia’s voice carried the wonder of the child who’d said as much yesterday while Typist signed in at the cancer clinic’s kiosk. Typist’s back was toward the child, scarf trailing between her shoulder blades.
“And Typist laughed out loud,” Cal said. “If only for a moment, our bald cancer patient was fascinating and beautiful to someone whose perspective was as fresh as the morning dew.”
A word from Typist:
My platelets were too low for me to receive treatment.
I choose to see this as good fortune because:
I believe there is divine wisdom at work beyond my understanding.
I’ll feel good this weekend and can garden, kayak, and go to a concert.
I am scheduled for breast imaging on Monday. When I see my oncologist next Thursday, we’ll evaluate next steps with more information. What if six infusions was enough to get rid of C?
Sending out thanks to two friends:
One gifted me the bracelet pictured above that reminds me — I paint my life with the colors I choose. Rainbow hair indeed!
Another said something that I’m using creative license to shape into a question:
What if instead of concentrating our energy on the “how” of circumstance, we settle our energy into what “is”?
Is that presence?
Awareness, Acceptance, Action… Be like water my friend.
“Tired of swimming against the current, my friend? Turn your feet downstream and float.” As one who believed swimming upstream was the only way, I’m overjoyed to learn it isn’t!! Thanks for turning me toward a better way. And reminding me from time to time.
Wonderful post today. Rainbow hair indeed! What if when your hair grows back out it was?! CURE!
Glorious scarf! Oh, to see through the eyes of childlike wonder. Rainbow hair is terrific. For the record Cal, Typist is beautiful and fascinating.
Wouldn’t it be incredible for clear scans next week? I am crossing fingers and toes that you knocked C out in round 1. That would be EPIC.
Sending you a day full of unicorns, rainbows, and childlike wonder. 🦄 🌈 👶