Waxing Philosophical on Change...

Here is a timely poem, sent to us by a dear family member.  I wanted the text and photo to align beautifully, but of course, perfection is rarely achieved, especially in Blogger.

Prospective Immigrants

Either you will go through this door

Or you will not go through.

If you go through,

There is always the risk
Of remembering your name.
Things look at you doubly
And you must look back
And let them happen.
If you do not go through,
It is possible to live worthily
To maintain your attitude
To hold your position
To die bravely.
But much will blind you
Much will evade you.
At what cost, who knows?
The door itself makes no promises.
It is only a door.

---Adrienne Rich

Roger is not making any decisions or going through any doors today. He has been on intravenous antibiotics and antifungals nearly 24 hours a day for the last 3 days. They are starting to work a little bit. His skin looks a little less yellow. He is a little more alert. He has had many infusions of platelets and red blood cells which make him feel a little brighter. Of course, everything is relative, and all improvements are little. He's not bounding out of bed, by any means.

The leukemia cells in his blood are not decreasing, but neither are they increasing - yet. If we can get these infections under control, and if Roger can hang in a few weeks until his brother's T-cells can get to work, well....who knows? There will be doors to go through and transitions to make when the time is right.

Life is a mystery.