44 Thank You's......
At 8 am tomorrow, Friday, November 8, I will lay myself on the table for the last time. I'll have my Airpods in and I'll be playing Bob Dylan's "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue."
I've got everything planned: my pre-k kids made lots and lots of thank you cards, 44 to be exact, one for each day of treatment. And on my way tomorrow, I'll drop the first one in the mailbox. The next day, another one, until they have 44 in all....
I have to go back for check-ins, once every 6 months, for the rest of my life. The doctor whose overseeing my treatment is a year younger than me, so we'll probably have a decade together before he retires.
All of which means, I'll still get to see the crew once in a while. They may be done with me, but I'm not done with them: besides the 44 postcards, they'll be occasional pizzas and cakes and who knows what else I'll think of to send them.
A blessing for those who heal:
Oh whatever powers guide the motivations of these people, please let them know that I am forever in their debt for extending my life.