Busy Week

Meagan is on her way to Kincardine by bus to see her brother today. Dan and Meagan haven’t seen each other for more than two years. The meeting will surprise Dan. His girlfriend, Ashley has planned it, and even paid for Meagan’s bus ticket. I’m thrilled that they will finally get together. I’m sure they’ll discuss me, but they will not talk about my illness. They don’t know of it yet. I dread telling them. I don’t know how to tell them without worrying them, without hurting them. I’ve told them of the challenges facing my parents. They seem to accept that without fear or sadness. Grandma and Grandpa are old. Old people get sick and die. It’s normal. But I’m not old. I’m their father. I guess I’ll let them have their fun in Kincardine this week. On Friday, I go to the hospital to have a lung function test. I’ll know more then about the progression of the disease. Maybe I'll have good news to tell them. Maybe.

This afternoon, Ivy is excused from school. The three of us are going downtown to see our eye doctor. We go every year. Colleen insists and so we do it. We'll have dinner after and then come home amid the frantic rush of suburban commuters. Not looking forward to that.

You know, I’ve always looked forward to a visit with my parents. For more than twenty years, I’ve gone happily to Mt. Forest to see them. But quite honestly, I don’t look forward to it anymore. It’s very hard to see my parents so needy and infirm. I plan to spend Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday with them. I’ll continue to visit, of course, for as long as they need my help. It’s only right that I should give back something to the ones who’ve given me so much.

 

Thursday afternoon, I'll meet with my Healing Circle for another Reiki treatment. And on Friday, I'll go downtown again to Toronto General Hospital. 10th floor. Pulmonary Clinic.

 

And so it begins. Wish me luck.

 

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