Day +39

Today we had our favorite nurse again--she was happy to watch lively Zoe for a few hours so that we could drive up to Edmonds and see my sister-in-law and her family. She is fighting for her life--and the cancer is showing itself to be a dogged adversary.

The life and death battle never really goes away does it? It's just that I've been so good for so long at living the illusion of immortality of my life and of my loved ones.

Death always ultimately wins the match, but it's Life that gets to roll around with Love.

Rumi, bless him, wrote in his poem "The Price of Kissing"--

"I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.

Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let's buy it."