An Hour Early

 

 

Hospital blue sky!
Hospital blue sky!

What could be better.  Just time to write to you.  I’m in the waiting room with other cancer patients, some might be cancer campers, I’m not sure.  I came up with this term a few days ago.  A patient is someone who is just that, defined and situated.  A stump could do that.  A rock could do that.  Campers are those who achieve some sort of peace and are active with copping with the situation.  As a camper maybe sunburned and bugbit but happy and mostly on top of it.  That’s a good place.

Lately I have been chafing at the boundary of this category.  What’s next?  How can I make a difference or how can I cause some trouble or how can I help others?  (Somebody just said something funny and made me laugh, that’s good.)  I came up with the term commando to describe this next level.  I’m liking it, Cancer Commando.   Here is a defination of cammando: a small group of soldiers trained to make quick and often dangerous attacks inside enemy areas, or a member of such a group.   Yea, we could do that.

I have to go for treatment in just a sec and need to do stuff and answer questions, so I’d better wrap this up.  Oh we need our kid’s defination of love for today.

You really shouldn’t say

‘I love you’ unless you mean it.

But if you mean it,

You should say it a lot.  People forget.

Jessica – age 8

Well, that’s really not a defination but we will let her go this time.  OK, have to run.  You guys are the best, love, Felipe.  Did I mention that I love you.