Blossoming

This poor little Christmas cactus is a methaphor for my current situation. We’re both beat up and worn out but, like my cactus, I’m determined to bloom again.

The cactus was a gift years ago from my daughter’s in-laws, Walter and Mary.

It was robust when I received it and for many years after. 

Then earlier this year, about the time I started dealing with my sarcoma recurrence, I decided the cactus needed either to be tossed or given some TLC to try to bring it back.

I put it in a different planter, repotted it in new soil and moved it to brighter location in our sunroom. It’s still straggly and a bit weak but darn if it hasn’t found a way to bloom just in time for the Christmas season!

So now I’m weak and back in The James Cancer Hospital as my gardeners in oncology, surgery and radiation look at their tools to try to figure out how they can bring me back to vitality.

I was admitted on Friday after talking with my oncologist about swelling in my feet and increased trouble breathing. Tests since then have shown the cancer has grown significantly despite the clinical trial chemo drugs. 

More tests are slated to help my gardeners decide what other options we have. TC and I are relying heavily on the prayers in our tool box. 

I may not be quite ready to bloom by Christmas, but I hope to regain some energy and be able to breathe easier by then.

May you all have a beautiful week leading up to Christmas.