I just saw a robin. It’s December and there shouldn’t be a Robin here; they are a harbinger of Spring.
A phrase came to my mind: “Hope springs eternal” Then I wondered where the phrase came from; it came from a poem by Alexander Pope entitled “An Essay on Man”.
“Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never is, but always to be blessed: The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.”
He cautions that our soul is never happy trapped in the human body, ruled by the human ego. We never realize that we are one with God and we are already blessed, instead we wait until we cross over to be so; and, he warns to not let your soul be uneasy, resting and waiting to write our story in the afterlife. Your story is to be written right here and now.
Doug had his two hour meeting with the “finance people” and a nurse today. Chemotherapy doesn’t start yet; we thought it was going to be tomorrow, but tomorrow is more scheduling and planning of all his nearly draconian treatments. He might lose his hair they said, he’s only got 500 bucks left on his deductible so it sounds like
a tax refund will cover the bill! He tried to tell me the two hours of stuff that he heard but I only remember four words—I count them as four because I’m not sure if the contraction “It’ll” is grammatically correct. Is “it’ll” one word or two? I only now and probably will only remember four words for the rest of my life.
When Doug asked: “How will I know the cancer is gone? Do they do another CT scan or how do I find out?”
The nurse said, and she did say it twice: “It’ll be gone–It’ll be gone.”
The only thing I can say or think is: “It’ll be gone.”