I was listening to a mixed playlist today at the pottery studio. The pottery wheel was turning almost on its own; I made a few mugs and a bowl. The feel of the clay between my fingers, the hum of the wheel, the chatter from the other people in the studio – it was all so normal.
I was on autopilot thinking about doing the dishes and what’s for dinner and how I had to submit all the insurance paperwork for Jax’s last MRI…and then I remembered that tomorrow we have to talk to an oncologist. I couldn’t breathe, my heart was racing. Was this a panic attack?
The Grateful Dead song Truckin’ came on the radio – the chorus to that song goes “lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it’s been.”
It has been a long and scary journey for our family. Each time we think we’re in the clear, we get hit with something new that sends us reeling again. No wonder I’m so worried about tomorrow’s appointment with the neuro-oncologist and the neurosurgeon!
But then I heard Bobby sing “hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.”
I was finally catching my breath. There’s no use worrying about things I can’t change. What ever tomorrow brings, we will be ok. Jax will be ok.
I sponged some water on my clay and the wheel turned again. I’ll just keep “truckin’ on.”
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Gang – I know we ask this a lot, but if you have any extra positive thoughts, would you please send them our way tomorrow? All of your prayers and positive thoughts really help lift us up during scary times like this. ❤
