Last night was the first time in a long time that I felt energetic and hopeful for the future. Why? Because the Palinode has finally received word that he is on a list to have surgery to correct his broken back sometime within the next two months. Between my cancer, subsequent hysterectomy, and now the Palinode's back, it is such a relief to be looking at what will hopefully be the final leg of this freaking marathon of pain and emotional stress.
Schmutzie: Hi! Will you engage with me?
Engagee: Hello to you, too! Yes, I will engage you.
Schmutzie: Awesome! We are best friends now. Gotta run!
I CAN SEE THAT THINGS ARE POSSIBLE AGAIN, AND I AM SO HAPPY ABOUT THAT THAT I AM YELLING ABOUT IT AT YOU.
THINGS. ARE. POSSIBLE.
Because I will do this again, because at some point both the Palinode and I are going to be healthy and upright and no longer filling prescriptions for Dilaudid and we will also be people who can have their bed in the bedroom instead of out in the living room where the television, bathroom, and kitchen are more accessible during weeks long, post-surgical recovery periods.
Wench Nearly Frees A Man Of His Ear
Life can be grand.