Our Chemical Romance

Alison began her fourth round of chemotherapy today. When she's completed on Wednesday, we're going to head to the hospital for a CT scan and possibly a bone scan. It's time to see if it's working. That's exciting and scary. I pray it is. I sense that it's halted the cancer's growth, and I am praying that it's forced it back some too.

One of our rituals for post-chemo is getting a bite at Sonic. We really go there for a cherry-coke or vanilla-coke for Alison. But today we decided to stop in at the movie store too! We bought 'Hoodwinked,' 'V for Vendetta,' 'Crash,' 'Eight Below,' 'Chronicles of Narnia,' 'Elf,' and 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.' That's a treat! So we're going to have some movie nights this week.

And I began a new painting today. Actually painting, not priming or making the canvas. I haven't painted since '04, and that was only one painting, and a poor example at that. Painting is good therapy, but it's also a hard language to communicate with. I am sure if I could vocalize my part of the language today, at first I would have sounded much like 'Sloth' from the Goonies. And at the end I probably was speaking with decent monosyllable words like 'blue,' and 'sky,' and such. But it felt good. Now I have to let it dry for about 3 days before I resume.

I remembered September 11th today with the rest of the nation. Hearing Newscast recollections of the entire Airspace being shutdown, of the NFL cancelling all games the following week, etc. really brought back the memories. I remember my little sister calling me crying and franticly asking if I was going to war. It seems like everyone with me then now has, but I guess up till now God has had a different plan for me. Anyways, if you see a service member, police officer, or fireman, know that they've done as much as they can thus far, and that their families have been worried sick for many a night in the last five years. And to them I say thanks for everything, warriors.