Tonight's picture was taken on August 20, 2009. By that point, Mattie was quite depleted, and within a few weeks, he died. But on that day, we were in the outpatient clinic. Mattie was sitting and creating at the art table with his cancer buddy, Jocelyn. Though these two had many years between them, they related to each other. They understood the horrific journey of osteosarcoma and in fact, I would say that Jocelyn served as not only a friend, but a mentor to Mattie. I will never forget right before Mattie had his first limb salvaging surgery, Jocelyn talked to him about her prosthetic leg. She literally showed it to him and even took it off. He was fascinated and it immediately clicked for him that Jocelyn understood his fears, concerns, and stresses. These two weren't paired together by any of the healthcare teams, they just naturally found each other! It is hard to believe that both Mattie and Jocelyn lost their lives to osteosarcoma.
Quote of the day: Cooking is love made visible. ~ anonymous
I had a very busy morning and early afternoon of prepping food. Peter's parents are visiting us on Thursday and I know if I don't get a jump on things, there will be NO FOOD. I may not be able to show much now to those I care about, but I do believe that cooking is indeed love made visible. Cooking is an art and a science and it takes time, effort, and energy. It is my hope that Peter's family sees the attention and care that I have put into menu planning. Sure I could have just ordered things out, but I am old fashioned. If people are visiting me, I do like to attempt to cook something.
Literally from the moment I got up at 6:30am to around 2pm, I was moving non-stop. Then at 2:30pm, I took my parents out for lunch. I drove through a rain storm, but frankly, given the morning I had, it made no difference.
It is 9:30pm and it seems like all hell just broke loose. My dad announced that he was going upstairs at 8:45pm, and started moving on his own. Which was dangerous. He feels he is a burden and basically sees no point in living. Then my mom chimed in that she hates being a burden, and says.... we have to go to a nursing home. Which further sets my dad off. Frankly I feel like everyone is blaming me for their issues and problems and there is SO MUCH one person can handle.
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