So. I have a sore mouth, sore cheekbone, sore spot on the other cheek, sore left shoulder and sore left leg. Maybe it wasn't the most brilliant idea to do all these biopsies and tests so close together. Of course, I didn't factor in falling while hiking, which was the coup de grace. A little unexpectedness should always be expected. Thank goodness for Tylenol and Odwalla shakes and the modern comforts. I can only have soft cold foods, and it's dreary out and all I can think of is hot tea and soup. The mind doesn't like to be deprived of its obsessions.
Today a friend is picking me up to go to a museum, and it's a good day to be indoors, looking at beautiful art. Then another friend is bringing her grandson to see the dogs, and all in all, I am surrounded by dear friends who make it impossible to be glum. Yesterday I had lunch with one friend and another took me for the oral surgery and wisked me through the grocery store afterwards for liquid meals. I have an abundance of support, and try to give back support for all of them. It's the fruit of long relationships. We know each other well, have had our disagreements and moods and are comfortable enough with all the little foibles and quirks to delight in them. Old age means long histories and proven devotion, and I wouldn't trade it for all the youth in China.
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