Carrying On

Roger and I were watching an old movie the other day and chuckling about the British stiff upper lip.  They are not a people who gush.  But you have to give the Brits their due - they did manage to keep going during WWII, even while under siege.  I think that's what we're trying to do here in the Merrill household.  A blitzkrieg in the form of leukemia strikes, and we huddle in a shelter until we get a temporary break in the action.  Then we assess the damage, make adjustments, and go on with our lives until the next bomb drops.  That's not to say there isn't some fear and sadness; there certainly is.  We don't know what the outcome of this latest battle will be.  But one thing is sure: life continues even in war and we intend to -- and need to -- enjoy it as best we can.

We had a peaceful and lovely Thanksgiving and spent the day after decorating for Christmas.  Roger, looking very pale, gave direction from the sofa while our good friend Terri and I decorated two trees.  Today Roger is at the hospital (because it's the weekend and the cancer center is closed) getting two units of red blood cells and a unit of platelets.  I wait at home, walk the dog, run errands, and do some more decorating.  I decorate like there's no tomorrow.