Friday, my oncologists tried to reach me with the results from
the body and bone scans I had taken several weeks ago but missed me since I was
working an information table on sleep at different locations around the
hospital in my pajamas. Several hundred
people stopped at the table to see if I was a lost inpatient (smile) and gained
a short coaching session on sleep. Finally,
my oncologists called MaryBeth and told her that my scans had moderate changes suggesting
my latest chemo was not working. The
clinical trial I am in has three oral chemo’s and I have been through two. We will meet in two weeks and decide if I move
to the final oral chemo or chemotherapy by infusion.
Sunday morning as I walked around the yard following a large
swallowtail butterfly, she stopped by the pear tree with its nectar-rich soft
white blooms. As I stood and watched her
gently kiss each flower, the stillness of the moment surrounded me and I felt my
anxiety about the upcoming chemotherapy decision fall away. I could feel God dancing as the large
swallowtail fluttered her wings, and I heard my dad’s favorite hymn, Lord of
the Dance. “Dance, then, wherever you
may be, /I am the Lord of the Dance, said he, /And I’ll lead you all, wherever
you may be. /And I’ll lead you all in
the Dance, said he.”
This week, dance, wherever you may be with me…………
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