Expectations...June 2021

I could take a selfie with this post, but don't like not having eyebrows, honestly. Some days, I feel like an exotic Star Wars character and some days I just mope about. Today I saw this little crumpled tag on Evan's floor and it spoke volumes, more than any selfie.

For the past month I have been going every day for radiation treatments, which followed several months of chemo. There is one week left. When I gushed to my doctor that I love radiation, she said that no other patient had ever said that to her. A little embarrassed, I stuttered about the warm blankets, the pretty glowing lights, the music and the oh so nice technicians. It is oddly good, even in the difficulty, my friends. I am blessed in ways that have become crystal clear these last several months.

Yet when I saw this hospital tag in Evan's room, I thought about our expectations. All of ours. Evan didn't expect to be taking his mom to radiation appointments this summer. I didn't expect to be going. I didn't expect to be having surgery to remove a tumor soon

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But here we are. I guess an overwhelming idea is that we all go on adventures. To fight or resist one's adventure, inserting our own expectations of right or wrong, robs us of seeing the beauty of our battles, our lessons, our place in the universe.

And so....lots of love to you and yours as you navigate the joys and dragons of your own adventures.