I used to teach English in Dietrich Idaho. It was a great experience. As I look at many of my contemporary's children and realize they are as old as I was when I started teaching, I wonder what Wayne Perron was thinking.
He hired me over the phone because his wife Carolynn thought I wrote a nice letter. It was an adventure to say the least. It was hard, and challenging and frightening all at the same time. But during those years, I picked up some great friends. People still in my life.
I left Dietrich after 5 years for law school. Again another adventure. One filled with conflict and anxiety and angst. More deep and lasting relationships. The sort of relationship that a moment, a hug and a cool beer can be all that is needed to melt away the years.
I came to Seattle and built a life. A good life. A life full of friends and colleagues and clients and family and a faith family..... a life. A life with deep deep roots. Sort of figured out I would spend a number of years here continuing our life. I tried to escape to Eugene once but the planets did not align and here we stayed.
It was very good we did because I was not aware of a new adventure and challenge I would face in 2004 and again in 2011. Never figured my whole life would be tossed up in the air and hijacked not only once but twice. I would be making new friends, new fellow travelers to add to old. I have again gathered a new clan of Mom's and Dad's and other assorted loved-ones. It is not a journey I wished to take. It was a journey that swept me along for awhile before I found my footing in this strange new place called Cancer World.
I looked at my daughter today as she semi-slept waiting for a blood draw and realized she looks great compared to others in the waiting room. We are almost there. We might have spotted the tunnel. I can now see the end again.
We were sitting in seats we had occupied when we went to see the nurse for her Pre-Op in August of 2004. She was going to have a biopsy taken from the bump on her head. As I sat in those very seats so many years ago, I said a small prayer and thanked God I was not waiting for the Hem/Onc docs, just the brain surgeon. How weird is that?
Well as odd as it may sound, our fellow travelers have made this a journey worth taking.
We are headed back to this child..... one day, one blood draw, one appointment at a time.
Twenty Years, Two Hundred and Forty Months, Seven Thousand Days, and Three Hundred Days. Since we started chasing Leukemia.
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gorgeous woman!
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