I received an email from the VA telling me that an appointment with the transplant folks is where we are at and that they should be calling any time. Being that they are in Nashville and that is about seven hours away, I am not sure how this is going to work. That said, the VA have been rock stars through all of this and have provided transportation, but that was to Augusta which is two hours away.
In other news, I was doing some "Love Talking", it's an old Celtic thing, this morning in which you look for the beauty in two things.
Beautiful is _____ because of blah blah blah, and beautiful too is _____ because of other blahs.
It was nice and uplifting as it always is, but I ended with one that just came out of nowhere. I had similar situation years ago when I thanked a life threatening condition due to my mismanagement of by physical body for waking me up to my folly.
Beautiful is life, for it fills our bodies with love and light that never truly fades away, and beautiful too is cancer, my teacher, for it makes me love life even more, and that is a good thing any day.
So, I, we, need to shift all to what is positive, what is beautiful. The question is not why do we fight, the question is, what is worth fighting for? Life is worth fighting for, and cancer is reminding me for that, and for that, I am grateful.