I see trees of green,
Red roses too.
I see them bloom.
For me and you.
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.
[Louis Armstrong, “What A Wonderful World”]
Another of my favourite songs, I am grasping a bit this morning for what to write about. Nothing really stands up wanting to BE counted. So I went to look up the lyrics of the song playing on Pandora at this early morning of the hour…
That’s all it really is. Thinking of the World as the wonderful it is. No more. Nothing to break the back or the bank.
I am so grateful for the availability of care and treatment I have had the last 6 months. I am deeply relieved I had finally completed my switch to AZ from FL for medical things just days BEfore this train had left the station.
And I did NOT mind so much my chemo #5 yesterday. I was colouring some drawings. I am having trouble seeing the paper or the computer screen, so DOing the things I love these days isn’t so easy or appealing. It is a side effect that “should go away when treatment is over” so I accept it with less rancor and find ways to make it work for me.
What a wonderfull World!!!
I love you, Currie