Then There Was One...

Twenty-nine treatments. Twenty-nine zaps. Twenty-nine trips to The Dalles. Twenty-nine times the doctor has attempted to shrink the one thing that has dominated our days. Twenty-nine brave days. Twenty-nine late nights contemplating life. Twenty-nine times we have leaned hard on you. Twenty-nine times we have broken a small paper chain that represents so much to us.

Today is day thirty of radiation (THE LAST DAY!!!!). We are thankful, we are anxious and most importantly we are alive for another day.

I'll leave you with a Michael Franti lyric that seems relevant to our weather the last few days and the mood of the hour. Come on y'all!

"I believe that what you sing to the clouds,

will rain upon you when your sun has gone away.

And I believe that what you dream to the moon,

will manifest before you rest another day.

So stay strong, and sleep long, and when you need to

let the morning take you out onto today, hey hey.

And when you find you're at the end of the road,

Just lift your head up, spread your wings and fly away, come on y'all!"