Happy Dance

March 12, 2010
Friday, 3:24 P.M.
Home

I'm doing a tentative happy dance for the moment. Carol Ann has changed her mind about the chemo. She is going to start the treatments again next Wednesday. Believe it or not, it's because she can't leave her cats. Know what? I don't care what the reason is as long as she has one, that reason to live, to fight on, to look toward a future. As long as she has the reason, then we can let the future take care of itself. She has two cats left. Cats have played an important part in Carol Ann's life for a very long time, long before I met her, which was fifteen years ago. The older one, Madam, is quite old with arthritis and stomach problems. Carol Ann is far more conscientious of her cats' health than she is of her own and she's dropped, not a few, bucks on their medical treatments. The younger one, Andy, is very reticent around other people. She will never come out of her hidey hole when anyone other than Carol Ann is around. So, naturally, these two are not prime candidates for finding a home if their mistress is gone. Hence, Carol Ann's decision. She is perfectly comfortable putting herself down, so to speak, but not with having the cat's put to sleep on her passing. None of us knows what the future holds. Hell, I could be in a car accident on the way to her house tomorrow and predecede her by ages! The point is we DON'T know, so shouldn't each day be lived to its fullest? We should be finding wonder in every moment we are here because the next moment, we may not be. Age has granted me a little more wisdom and I know that I don't want to waste a moment of the sunshine or bother about frivolous, unimportant matters that mean nothing in the big picture. There is nothing I need that I don't have. My friend is not giving up the fight and so I have all the reason in the world to do the happy dance.