Yesterday’s all day cancer run at the Mayo Clinic turned into a stay at the hospital. The doctor didn’t like my mom’s symptoms and admitted her to see if the hospital can track down her issues and correct them. The long and the short version is that she does have an infection, and they are otherwise trying to nail down all the kittens in the fire to see what is up. If anyone can figure it out, it is them. Please pray for my mom.
Today is another all day run at the Mayo Clinic. Tests and meetings and treatments. Mom is getting a port installed so she can take infusions easier, and so people can draw blood from her better. It will be a long and tiring day. Please pray for my mom.
Happy Mothers Day to everyone. We all have a mother. Every one of us. Dead or alive, here or on the other side of the world, we all have a mother. Think about her. Pray for her. Talk to her. Spend time with her. Say Happy Mothers Day to her. Make sure she knows how much you love her. You never know how many more chances you’ll get to do that.
Lots of people have publicly speculated about the nature of my and Kathleen Reynolds’ relationship during The War. And later as well. They are not veiled at all. Now part of it I understand. There’s the personality I project, and the one she inhabits like a second skin, and we really do get along like a house on fire. And fighting a War together tends to break down a lot of barriers. There’s no such thing as a private bedroom when you’re out fighting on some God-forsaken rock. You shut your eyes wherever you find a flat piece of ground or a good tree, and you wake up a few hours later. Sometimes someone’s laying up against you for warmth, or for shelter, or whatever. Yeah. We slept together. A lot. But she was the perfect wingman when I faced my deepest fears and told Julie and Alex what they meant to me. She bled to save them that day. She loves those girls and would never do anything to hurt them. I guess that’s another reason I love her.
I fought with Kathleen Reynolds all the way to War’s End. And yes, that does include the Hyades Heart. She was there at the end of it all, when we found out what we had fought the better part of two decades for. She was at my side that day, just as she had been at so many others before. And so many after as well. I swear she has a nose for trouble, and she jumps in with both feet when it comes. Again and again and again, if you compiled a list of all the greatest hits of the Hyades Campaign, you would find her name there again and again and again. And the picture next to her name would have the smile of the head cheerleader who kissed the quarterback on prom night. Fearless. Brassy. Victorious. Flippant. Sexy. Crazy. She was all that and a box of chocolates.