Friday, May 22, 2009

The Big C -- The Journey Ahead of Us


Ever had a long trip to go on, but find yourself without a map?

We used to use the trusty old AAA Triptik -- and boy, I loved flipping those pages as we made progress and followed the route highlighted for us in AAA pink.

Then, a few years ago, we got our first GPS. It looks rather archaic now -- I mean it doesn't talk to us (like our newer one does). It basically just showed us where we were. Just like a GPS is supposed to do.

When we got our "super-duper" GPS (it has 10 foreign accents), we learned that we could type in an address and it would direct us there, sometimes chirping at us annoyingly. We can even tell it that we want to make NO left turns (guess that's for Jersey!), that we prefer toll roads, and it will remember the last ten places we've been so that we can click on "Recent Destinations."

Most recently, we got a hand-held GPS for geocaching. It doesn't talk to us aloud but it certainly tells us how close we're getting to a pre-set destination. It's kinda like that old childhood game, "Hot/Cold" when we'd chant to each other, "You're getting warmer! You're getting warmer! You're on FIRE!" as we approached the target.

So, we now have a destination: my good health. That's our destination. So far, no Triptik or GPS - of any kind. But we have lots of travel agents (the doctors), and more importantly, many, many sherpas (you!) who are spiritual guides helping us to carry this heavy load. The road is certain to be a bit rocky at times, and smoother at others. There will be long, grueling uphill climbs, and the refreshing flat sections. And all the way, God will be with us and you'll be there with us, too. Thank you so much for accompanying us on the difficult journey. I know we can do it with your support!

Let's go!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Afraid of Home?

It's been way too long since I've posted here in my blog, but so much has happened in the last few weeks.

Medically, we're still waiting on the results of my blood work. The waiting is not fun. But if I'm busy, I don't think about it. Can't perseverate on your health if you're looking into the faces of 18 fifth-graders or nine adorable kindergartners, and running from one classroom to the next for the whole day x 6!

So, the drive home from New Hampshire to Maine was excruciating. As I got closer to home, I could feel my anxiety level rising. I felt like I was driving slower and slower as I progressed. And I had several errands to do. It was tempting to just keep on driving. Nova Scotia, anyone?

Coming home means that I can't hide in/at work like I've been able to do in the last couple of weeks. Granted, I do have lots of work to do over the next couple of days, but there's just something about not being able to hide in your own home. And, of course, every time the phone rings, I wonder if it's the call with my results.

Can you be afraid of your own house?