We're hoping that having Kevin's face in this grouping will give you an idea of how large some of our hibiscus got this year. And, these aren't the largest!
Close-up they're just amazing! I could just climb inside...
The whites are the larger ones mentioned earlier. (No trick photography in this bunch!)
We'll post close-ups of the whites later this week.
In the meantime, yesterday was Billiards and Massage Day; Kevin won and I believe we did some good work during our massage. Hope yours was as great as ours!
Today's post from Leroy Sievers sums up some recent thoughts for me, although I don't believe this is limited to the cancer community:
Racing Against Time
Posted: 01 Aug 2007 07:00 AM CDT
Time. That's really what cancer is all about. It's painful, it's sad, it's scary. But I think what we really all fear is that it's stealing our lives, our futures. It's stealing time. Before we were diagnosed, if you asked, we all probably would have said that we had all the time in the world. Time to accomplish things, time to experience things, time to waste on a lazy afternoon. But the diagnosis changes all of that, of course. Then time becomes precious, something to be hoarded, something to be valued.
Time can also become a burden. Sometimes we hear the ticking of the clock and feel pressure to make every moment count. There's no time to waste. Every moment must be used. That's impossible, of course. And I'm not sure it's good for us, either. It's okay to do nothing. To spend an afternoon just listening to music, or reading a book, or just staring out the window. That's all time well spent. Certainly while you're on chemo, there are days where you really can't do anything but sit on the couch and let time pass by. Worrying about it, regretting those lost minutes, doesn't help.
As I wrote yesterday, I've been thinking about time as I reach the 20 month point. And I remembered something a woman wrote in about when this blog first started. She and her husband figured out the number of weeks they would have left together if they both lived to be 90. They put that many marbles in a bowl, and once a week, they take out a marble and put it in the other bowl. They use that as a time to talk about the week just ended, to reflect on what they've done. I thought that was a pretty good idea.
Now, I appreciate all of your offers to send me more beads, but I really don't need them. But I have a suggestion. Take all those beads and put them in a bowl. And then, once a week, or once a day -- well, you can take it from there.
*remembers where she stashed the marbles*
1 comment:
Once again we are on the same wavelength. I was looking at the last few hollyhock buds opening this morning wondering how your hibiscus did this year. For the record, the Hibiscus were much bigger.
Then I read Leroy's blog, which I don't do every day. As I read it I thought you could have written it, and looked thru the comments for your name. I agree that this sense of time is not limited to the cancer community. Taking time to smell the roses (or hollyhocks or hibiscus) has always made a lot of sense to me.
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