Mindful of the Sabbath coming soon

Every couple of days I hit the exact right timing of two different meds I take for pain, and I am almost pain free for a couple of hours. Today when that moment arrived I ironed two going-to-services shirts and one dress, so that my boys and I will be set for clothes for tomorrow.

I am so glad to be inside, clean and warm. Usually I have a window cracked but not today, it's cooooold.

I keep checking in my Kaiser 'personal mailbox' to see whether Veronica, my surgeon, has read the email. She has not. I sent it mid-day 2/14. On Monday when the breast care coordinator is next in, she and I will have a long discussion. I trust my surgeon but feel I'm suspended in a no-man's-land care circus.

KFOG is on the radio, the pile of wrinkled clothing is beckoning me, and I do love to iron, so . . .

Try not to worry, my pain is a side effect of a poison used to kill cancer. This pain does not lead to death, it just sucks to be me this week.

I feel so much loving everyday, even from perfect strangers. Friend-of-a-friend?

It will only make my week waaaaay better to be able to attend services tomorrow morning. I can drag my tush (backside) in there.

Sheila and Sheri are arriving from Palm Springs after lunch, good for everyone.

Pray for a peaceful Shabbat (Sabbath).