Once we got the good news about the scans, we hung up with Jaimie and I continued telling Edith about how I had felt the past three weeks. I told her about the nausea, the varying levels of pain in my hip. I told her about the pressure in my face and the loss of vision in my eye. Apparently those are side effects of the radiation, which means they’re probably not going to go away. That’s now the cost of being alive, I suppose. I’ll write more about that on Monday. One other t

Yesterday I left the Marriott Courtyard in North Druid Hills near Emory at about 10:15 a. m. I was getting the results from my latest scan and wanted to get a breakfast sandwich from the cafe next to the lab before the days activities commenced. Jaimie was still in bed. She wasn’t coming with me. As if you needed further proof that no area of life has not been touched by the chaos, Jaimie can no longer come with me to my appointments. I told her she could stay in Greenville i

“And now these three remain: Faith, Hope, and Love. The greatest of these is love.” This phrase was the topic at a spiritual meeting I attended over the weekend, and it has been stuck in my head ever since. “And now these three remain: Faith, Hope, and Love. The greatest of these is love.” How many times have we heard those words? Well, I guess that all depends on if you’re Christian. And how many Christian weddings you’ve attended. Because let me tell you— this phrase is on

I know nothing about cars. I wish I did. It seems like a cool thing to know shit about it. You would always have a job. I loved the opportunities for altruism. I imagined it would be nice to be able to keep your parents or grandparents cars in tip top shape. I imagined it would be an attractive quality to a potential mate. “He paid for dinner AND he fixed my air filter!?” Full disclosure: Is an air filter something that can be fixed. THAT’S how little I know about cars. I tho

Jaimie went back to work on Monday. Ordinarily, that shouldn’t be a topic worthy of a blog—June 1, 2020, Woman Goes to Work—but these are crazy times in which we live. We tried to figure out the last day she was there. She came to Iowa to visit me for the weekend of March 6th, worked the week of March 9th, and then was with me in the hospital starting on March 16th. Which would have made her last day of work Friday, March the 13th. Whoa…how ominous was that?? March 13 to June

There’s been a lot going on these past few weeks, what with school coming to a close, and the world going up in flames. Because of all the activity, I’ve been pretty slack about doing my morning readings. The horror, I know. This morning, however, Jaimie went back to work for the first time in eight weeks, so I found myself with nothing but time. I got up, made myself some coffee, and decided to get back on the wagon. My morning readings consist of two daily reflections from