Action Time

After weeks of testing, waiting, more biopsies, more waiting, more results, we have a first step plan for attacking my mom’s breast cancer.  At first, we were choosing between several options for surgery, but further tests revealed that it really wasn’t a choice after all.  Tomorrow my mom will undergo a bilateral mastectomy.

It is midterm week at my school and grades are all due, so I will be sitting in the waiting room tomorrow with (literally) boxes full of student work and trying to stay focused enough to keep up with grading.  I will try to get on the blog to update when surgery is over and when I know she is awake and doing okay.  Thank you in advance for all of your positive thoughts and prayers.

In the meantime, I’ll leave you with this poem. My friend Erica sent this to me to pass on to my mom.

It’s so good it brought me to tears, which, let’s be honest, is not that hard to do these days.  The poet is Irish and the title means “blessing.”  For my mama.

Beannacht
On the day when
The weight deadens on your shouders
And you stumble,
May the clay dance
To balance you.

And when your eyes
Freeze behind
The gray window
And the ghost of loss
Gets in to you,
May a flock of colors,
Indigo, red, green
And azure blue
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight.

When the canvas frays
In the church of thought
And a stain of ocean
Blackens beneath you,
May there come across the waters
A path of yellow moonlight
To bring you safely home.

May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.

And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.

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