Preparing.

I have been busy trying to organize my life so that I can drop off the radar again, though not for so long, and not so thoroughly. Also, having been through the hospital routine before, I have some idea what to expect and have been busy getting all my CDs downloaded to my new iPod touch.

Mark was here this weekend and ran a cable line to the bedroom upstairs and we hooked up the Wii in my bedroom. He helped Dad get his "Christmas present of the century" from my house to Dad's house. The present is a John Deere garden tractor from Walt; very cool. It was stowed in my garage in anticipation of Christmas Day, and Mom suggested that it could stay there til the weather warmed up for mowing season. But Dad said "it has a snow blade, I want to use it to clear the driveway." However, the poor thing has a flat tire so hopefully it won't snow for a couple more days. Mark and Dad found the leak and took the tire off to have it repaired. Dad's remark after this was "but the jack is going back to Manhattan tonight." Because Mark merely lifted the mower up so they could take the tire off.

This week will be a lot of clinic visits, scans and conferences to get the plan mapped out. I am getting my head around it.

Speaking of conferences, there is one going on in my head. One woman says I need to be thinking long term, imagine myself at the lake house next summer, the Winfield Bluegrass Festival next fall, the Chiefs games after that. Another one says well the future includes 6 months in a bedroom. Someone wants to know about the business. One is anxious to hold the grandbaby. SEVERAL are pounding the table and shouting. As chair I try to corral them all back to this day.

This day is what I have and the next months will unfold one day at a time. one hour, one minute, whatever it takes. I think I worry most that I'll be forgotten. How can you live inside for almost a year and still have a life? Perhaps at the end of it, this blog will answer that question. That's what I'm counting on.

csm