Run, Rest, Run, Rest

In recent weeks, my family has taken to try running with me.  It started with my husband going along to carry me home.  It usually ends with some oxygen and a nap.  However, my daughter thinks it is great.  I am looking forward to getting back on a regular exercise routine.  We are starting a few houses at a time as I barely make it as far as my favorite garden down the road.  However, it all counts.

Things are going well today which has me a little nervous.  I can see the light on some of my commitments and am excited about the possibilities.  I also gave in and called my cleaning lady to come and help me.  She has been absent for a few months and I have come to be a little wiser. 

My daughter went with me to the U this afternoon to flush my port and hold my hand so I wouldn't be scared.  I asked her if she was going to be a Pastor and help make people feel better.  We had an interesting discussion about the difference between a Pastor and a Doctor.  I tried to explain that one worked on your body and the other worked on your heart.

After coming home to a clean house, I got really exciting news!  I get to visit my friend, Jen, who is still hanging out in ICU.  Of course, I get to wear the fancy mask but it is so much more fun than stalking her from the window.  I didn't think that it would be ideal so I asked her to check with her team.  I can hardly wait!

Tomorrow, I plan to be on my way to see my darling nephews and Jen along with our extended family in Indiana.  Then, we are off to my daughter's adoption reunion in Kentucky.  A lot of people wonder about how we stay connected despite being across the country.  There are not a lot of friends that you can say sat with you when you couldn't go any further at the Great Wall of China or stood with you in alphabetical order awaiting your darling daughters.  It is an annual gift to be together again and to witness our daughters' friendship.

Now, if I could just help my Grandpa feel better, that would be great.  He had a fall this week and it is fair to say that he lost the fight.  I do feel a little better after seeing him for myself.  My mom told me that he told her not to call me.  I think it is funny that he thought he could really get away with that.  During my visit to him, I also got to see one of my favorite people who gave up smoking after years and years of cigarettes.  It was such a gift to hug him and not smell smoke.  I am very proud of him.

Blessings,

Cindy