Progress Report 15

Back to the clinic this morning after spending a great weekend in Washington DC where we attended a beautiful wedding on Saturday night. It was perfect in every sense including the sixth sense – the one that you feel in your heart. Loving energy emanated from the bride and groom and enveloped all those in attendance. We also spent some time in Georgetown, brunching and shopping in the town where our Yasmina and her newly acquired fiancé will be relocating this summer. Cupid was very busy the last few days. We are thrilled for both Yaz and Greg and very happy to gain another son though I admit I never realized how unprepared Sharbel and I were to the idea of eventually having to give our daughter away. We looked a little like deer in the head light when Greg in the most regal, respectful and loving way asked for our blessing on Friday before proposing to Yaz that night. I know Sharbel is still processing the eventual loss of his position as the main man in her life but is happily coming around to accepting his capable replacement. Karim is excited at the prospect of finally experiencing what it will be like to have a bigger brother and as or me I feel pretty secure in my Mom position, putting this moment in my Happy Memory Bank where interest rate is at an all time high.
At the clinic we had a very brief visit with the General where I tried to negotiate reducing the number of treatments left. He suggested I go to law school as I was wearing him down with my arguments but he didn’t buckle. He reaffirmed how thrilled he was with the results of the treatment and that he really does not want to take any chances by stopping now and gave me the antibiotic analogy. He also said that he would be scared of Yasmine (women scare him) and what she would do to him if ever this thing returned, so no, he is not negotiating with me which leaves me with six more treatments to go.
I can’t tell you how awkward it is to sit and get a treatment for something I no longer have. So in my mind I pretend that I am just acting and showing up because somehow somewhere my presence there is needed for some other purpose that I may or may not one day understand. I joked that I came for the entertainment and frankly since Ruth is no longer there the place is pretty tamed and quiet. I may have to file a complaint regarding the decline of entertainment or talk Ruth into coming back just to perform for us. The nurses though are like I said before super nice and I have come to view them as girlfriends, so I don’t mind so much being there if only to see them.
It was a relatively short treatment anyways and I ended up spending the time chatting with the wife of a man being treated next to me and some of the other patients that were walking their poles which are now sporting plush colorful spring sunflowers instead of animals. As I packed up to leave I just wished that somewhere in those casual conversations I lifted someone's spirit, left them smiling and a little bit more hopeful about life, believing in its miracles. That would be mission accomplished.
Until next time
Much love
nevine