You know, when I named my chemo treatments after the colors of the rainbow, I really didn’t think that it would “catch on” the way that it has. I was simply after a new numbering/naming system since I went with numbers the first time around. The colors of the rainbow just popped into my head one night as I thought about it.
However, people all over the world have emailed/messaged/commented to let me know that they are wearing orange, eating orange food, and thinking orange on Monday as a sign of solidarity with me. I find this to be simply amazing.
It’s times like this, when I see the ripples of connection that have come through this blog that I start feeling very, very small, and very, very humble, and so very, very loved. Little Old Me in Ohio is pretty well awestruck by all the people who are loving me through this season of chemo. Thank you, people. You really have no idea how much your collective voices encourage me.
After surgery on Friday, Brad and I had Chinese takeaway for dinner. Here was my fortune:
So apropos for my season of life right now, no? So… bring on Orange Chemo!
Tonight I as laid out the orange outfits that NanaRoz found for the girls, I explained to Maren that tomorrow was Orange Chemo Day. She knows (and likes) Dr. Wonderful: her art hangs above his desk. She knows the Chemo Room, she has sat in the recliners and chatted with the nurses. She knows I’m going to a safe place. She, even at age six, knows that the vibe in the Chemo Room is sacred and peaceful. She is not afraid. She does not want me to have cancer, but she is being brave as she walks out her own journey through this.
Greta is growing and understanding more and more. I’ve just retired her 3T clothes–and she’s barely 2-1/2! When I came home after my lung surgery, she would reach under my collar bone for my port and ask, “Did you feel better at the hostiggle, Mom? Did you feel better?” It was her way of accepting the changes that had occurred over the month: she knows that the port is a good thing, where I get my medicine, and she knows the hostiggle will make me feel better. She, too, is such a trooper.
Lord, how I love those girls.
Brad has elevated his game so that I feel a whole new level of princess-ness. I find this to be quite impressive, as he has always treated me with abundant love and grace. He spoils me and dotes on me and waits on me with endless patience and love. I’m so blessed that he chose me.
I look around and I twirl with arms outstretched as I see the blessings around me. I pray that Orange Chemo would track down any cancer cells and eradicate them. I pray for the miracle of 50 more years.
Thank you for supporting me today, and every day! Blessings to you!