Support & wisdom and STYLE

Standing on the edge of the next phase of treatment, and undoubtedly stressing a little about it, I'm struck with how subtle remarks from friends and family are (to quote my mother) "a boon and a blessing".  Examples abound, from comments on this blog, to supporting remarks left on Facebook, to my sister saying that the fatigue I'm feeling now is an indication of work taking place.  And it's easy to lose track of the fact that work is taking place.  All of this forms a web of thought, feeling, and support that amazes me.

And so this post is to acknowledge the wisdom of the group, the support that provides this intangible yet clearly present gift.  There is no way to be worthy of such a gift, but there are ways to be thankful.

I know this path has to be walked down, and that is no trite phrase. It literally has to be walked: 5 days a week, for the next few weeks, until the radiation is done.  Oh all right... I'm driving down part of it (the road to the doctor's office).  But as I used to say about some other stressful work... you just keep going and really, you can do almost anything for 5 weeks. It's not that long.

And maybe "edge" was the wrong word. This isn't so much like jumping off a cliff, which is sort of implied by that word.  It's more of another door, a word which I fear borders too closely on a hackneyed cliche (excuse me if it is!).  Or maybe just another step down the hall that leads from the radiation waiting room to the door that says "High Radiation!" (I am not making that up... I'll have to get a picture of that door) at the doctor's office.

I am, and will ever be, in debt to the gathered support and wisdom of the people in my life.

As for STYLE...