It was good to hear my Mom’s voice on the other end of the phone this evening. She is home, with Dad and the dog, Taco, my niece and her little one, and all the usual hustle and bustle of a Sunday evening, in her own home. Mom’s voice sounds stronger than it has for a while, and how amazing that one sound can do for the soul. Hearing the strength and love in her voice again does all of us good.
I hate cancer. I hate that it has entered our lives so quietly and yet so loudly. All of us are affected by it and our world is changed.
There is that good news that the tumor that was in her had “good margins”, hopefully meaning that it has been arrested and detained, shot down and left out in the trash. I need violent words for this violent disease. Make it stay away.
Then to hear Dad talking, to hear his laughter and his amusement at all the “goings on…” in the house again, to listen to him tell how well cared for they are at this place in time. More music to my ears.
In the back ground is the sound of a little baby boy, fussing after a long trip to my folks house, and the laughter and joy of his momma’s voice as she talks to others. She is there to be the granddaughter who can spend time and see to the needs of my parents for several days…and I am so grateful to her for doing this.
We are like the grass in this photo, we will grow and share our seed for season after season and then there will come a time to lay down and grow no more. New seed will germinate from the previous crop and new growth will come, life will go on. But today, right now, I want to hang on to every moment, every breath, every precious bit of time that I can spend with those I love, family and friends.