Usually I'm mired in all the things I should have gotten done that I haven't. Two days a week tied up in treatment and the residue of dealing with Gil's sleeplessness doesn't always leave me philosophical but
when I get my head out of the muck
I see the guy I married as the precious generous spirit I married , and the egg laying chickens who (twice!) walked through the electric fence in the pasture I was trying to move them in to as my teachers about the power of home and the familiar and that, with patience, I will be able to bring them to grass (next year, next year, [the gardener's chorus])
Cancer shakes me out of my sense of entitlement. What I got is WHAT I'VE GOT!
and I'm grateful.