Pancakes & Hope

The last nine months illness has been circling my life like angry frustrated bees circling their hive on a sweltering summer day. What do I do with my hands and myself when I feel this helpless on so many fronts? I make special dog meals, meting out a bewildering and ever changing array of meds.



I buy magazines and don't read them.



I visit hospitals, doctor's and veterinarian's offices. I attend and mark every special day as though it might be Sue's last.



I drive in silence. I take pictures of the beautiful northern California sunset.



I try to live simultaneously with hope and without denial. And I make pancakes for this guy.