I really haven't known what to write over the last few days. Not that there hasn't been enough to write about, friends, my precious riders, volunteers, family, phone calls, messages, work, my lame horse, my lame back and presurgical preparations; there has been tons to write about, but my brain is too frazzled to hold down a thought. When I sit down to write I end up staring into space watching my thoughts burn by me like asteroids. Occasionally one will hit me and leave a dent, but it's never enough to knock me out of my orbit. The planet I orbit? Planet Thursday.
Tomorrow I will walk into surgery. After that Planet Thursday will be a memory and I will be free to think real thoughts and make plans. I will deal with the pain and rehabilitation, I do that pretty well. Pain and strength building are old friends of mine and I will greet them with a strong handshake. We will know how far the cancer has progressed. This has been the big mystery of my life in these past days, but Thursday will answer that sixty-four-thousand-dollar-question and I will march forward on whichever path cancer designates.
I will turn my head a look back at the shards of Planet Thursday and hurtle towards the earth. Like Supergirl.
Thanks to everyone for their conveyed strength, prayers and encouragement, I will blog again as soon as possible...my next entry may be a little drug addled though.