My phone didn’t cooperate in navigating me from the wedding brunch / gender reveal party in Virginia to Webster Street in Philadelphia. So I followed signs to I-495 then to I-95 and used the rental car’s GPS (which I didn’t pay for because I have a phone that does that) to get me the rest of the way by some convoluted route. I’ve since wised up and downloaded the WAZE app, which I’m sure will treat me better when I head back down the road tomorrow to catch my return flight in DC.
My four days here with Rachel, John, and Oscar have been hard and wonderful all at the same time. Wonderful because I love these guys and enjoy their company. Wonderful to lend a hand where needed, wonderful to start a book project with Rachel, wonderful to chauffeur her on the wild and crazy streets of Philadelphia (pain meds make driving unsafe), wonderful to be part of a short visit from Taylor and Beth, wonderful to eat John’s cooking, wonderful to hear six-year-old Oscar read. Just all-around wonderful.
Of course the hard part is that Rachel is so sick. Her lovely smile belies the pain behind it, which is with her constantly, even with the pharmaceuticals. Next Tuesday she begins ongoing three-week cycles of chemo (week on, week on, week off, etc), a kinder chemical than before that won’t take her hair or make her as sick. The goal is to shrink the nodes that press on nerves, and therefore reduce her pain.
A little after-dinner I Spy.
Of course that was after the champion puzzler Oscar (and I) put together the puzzle.
Yoda listens intently to Mauri’s newly recorded “Just a Closer Walk.” We’ll have to ask him to write a review.
Oscar is also a great builder of all things Lego and Transformer and Hero Factory and who can name all those small-boy creatures?
I was promised a morning before-school family photo, so I held up publishing this post to include it here. Please remember to pray for this dear family. You could pray for the rest of us too.