I am so on the edge of my seat this morning. At Dr Gold’s waiting room trying to whittle out the blog here now. He has the results of yesterday’s scan, after nine weeks of immunotherapy. So I can’t wait to talk with him.
St Pat’s Day today! Got my green on. Catherine and Dana coming over for corned beef and cabbage later. This is our first dinner party in a year. What will we do? How will we act?
OK, just saw the doc. Nothing dramatic to report. Nothing much has changed so we will go another nine weeks to a scan. Stay the course, says the doc. He did give me a prescription that should help with my cough which has been bothersome. So, things about the same for now. Let’s just figure out a way to celebrate staying the course.
But my people here at the Institute are well. It is always fun to check in with everyone. One of the nurses waiting for Spain to open up so they can go do the Camino. So great! In the meantime come walk Phil’s Camino!
Hoping to find some stories about St Patrick and his feminine counterpart St Brigid to read at our dinner tonight. Always fun to learn something new or touch base with old saintly friends. Oh I know, I have a big book on the saints that the Padre Tom Hall gave me. Easy peasy.
Yesterday I had a great afternoon walk with Chris, Mike and David, siblings. They had Camino and Cancer experience so we had plenty to gab about. And it was 5:29 when they left and I finally got back in the house for a Zoom at 5:30. Action Central! That went great. It was a QandA with Catholic folks in California. At the end of the day I feel like this is what God is keeping me alive for, talking to these folks whether live or on Zoom. Very rewarding stuff.
OK, off in a few minutes to run for the ferry back to the Rock. Thanks for stopping by and keep up the good work!
green loves, Felipé.
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Sherie ~ Sorry you couldn’t make it over. Soon, Felipé.x
SLAINTE! Good news from the docs. Give my Shamrock Love to Catherine and Dana tonight. I sent you some good Patrick and Brigit stories by text to read by the fire hoisting a Guinness. See also, American Book of Dying, pp. 23ff on Celtic Books of the Dead, and esp. p. 25 on Brigit and Patrick. Wish, like St. Brigit, I could bilocate, and be there with you all tonight. I leave you with an Irish Blessing:
As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point in the wrong direction!
Blessings on you.
Henriette ~ I didn’t get to your readings. But we did some readings. Everything went off well. Thanks for the blessing! Felipé.x