Isn't it Still Sunday Somewhere?

Am I late AGAIN posting the Sunday blog? Please define "Sunday"! (Nah, that didn't work. I'm just plain late again.)

Well, nothing much good or bad.

Bill felt MUCH better after his magnesium drip last week. He even hit some golf balls at a driving range, but couldn't make it all the way through without stopping and resting. Still, though!

He still has off and on abdominal pain, about 3 inches below his heart, and on the inside, he says. And his medical equipment is giving him so much trouble--breaking all the time. (Also, our icemaker already broke on our new refrigerator, and he is more upset about THAT than the rest of it. haha)

Yesterday, I went to the funeral for my sweet 2nd cousin Janey Robbins Campbell who died at only age 48 of lung cancer, and she never smoked or even drank (Southern Baptist!). My cousin and that part of my family--we all share the same great-grandparents, born and buried in this same little town--that's how we're related to Tom Robbins the author. Tom couldn't be there, as he lives out west. He is 78 now, even though Wikipedia shows him as several years younger. For that reason, he once said he'd found the fountain of youth: It was Wikipedia.

It was upsetting being at the funeral, even though Janey is with the Lord now. They showed video montages of Janey, and played beautiful songs she loved. She was so brave, and she held out till her little boy came to her bedside (he had been afraid, and couldn't go into her room for a long time), but he finally got his nerve up and went up to her face and told her, "Mommy, I love you." And that instant, literally, she breathed her last. She waited for him to say that, not just for her, but so he could always remember how much he meant to her, and his last precious words to her, and how she had loved him so much that she waited for that.

Life isn't for the timid. Fighting cancer and simultaneously assimilating the fact that others near you have lost their battle with it--it was all I could bear at this particular time. I had to come home early. I couldn't eat at the luncheon afterward. I was too sad.

But on a happier note, Bill has taken up Facebook, and is having the time of his life finding his old friends and catching up with everyone. He hopes to go to his 50th class reunion next spring.

He isn't sure he will be teaching this fall, starting to feel pretty sure he won't--there were cutbacks at the campus, but nothing for sure yet.

As my friend, Gayle, who is an Orthodox Jew (I don't know too many Orthodox Jews, so we have really great discussions) says: May the G-d of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob bless you!

Over and out.

B&B