Day 6

I just got back from a long walk with Finnemore despite feeling nauseated all afternoon.  I thought it would help me to move my body, and it did.  We always have an "agenda" per his request,  and I had one:  "What is suffering for?"  

I also picked a huge bucket of apricots when I couldn't sit at the computer anymore.    They're so beautiful, and there are so many, so many.  Took a nausea pill, which has helped, but I'm just not hungry at all, and it makes me sad because yesterday I could eat all day. 

I do, do my yoga every day.  It feels important.  But I have a long road ahead of me, and I  can't expect that it will be all semi-pleasant.  I'm trying to get used to this idea.  I want to be able to work, and  I just couldn't do it this afternoon, so I went out and weeded and picked apricots instead. 

Rich and I had a great conversation a little while ago, and now he is fixing dinner while I write this.  I keep getting cards and emails from people I hardly know, so I wonder how they know, sometimes who they are.

Bottom line:  it is what it is, and I  am keeping my eye on the goal:  Surgery in August.  I will surprise everybody.

My fingers are now acclimated to the cold when I touch something.  I just put my COLD fingers under Rich's armpits, and they warm up in seconds!  We laugh a lot. 

I wish the boys and girls [grandkids] could stand under the bounty of my apricots.  They are SO awesomely delicious and huge.  I've picked and picked, and the trees are still full.  I'll have to pick them all in the next two-three days becuse the birds are going crazy.