In the last photo, you can see the top of the Washington Monument between our heads. Not bad, considering that I took it at arms length.
Two nights ago I had my first dream where I could die from cancer. I think that my chemo buddies think about this a lot more than I do. In the dream, my condition was based upon whether 3 flowers grew or not. (I know, very scientific. Hey, it's a dream.) At first, none grew, which was good. There were other plants around, too, for other people. When two did grow for me, I got a nose bleed, which wouldn't stop, and bled out. I think that I was grossed out by that nose bleed I had in the shower the day before. What do you think?
I received a beautiful framed Apache poem from Deb, one of my chemo angels, yesterday. My angels are very attentive, and I'm really thankful for their time and thoughtful notes and prayers. They really do have kind hearts and very crafty hands!
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Darling, you'll be ok. Don't forget that the dreams, no matter how bad or scary they are, are just that. And the timing of your gift from your chemo angel just punctuates my last point. :)
Dreams are creative outlets for all the racing thoughts in your head to play. All thoughts need an outlet too. You're our angel Kyungee so you can't go anywhere:).
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