Ali's ailments are ironing out. Just in time for the chemo-funk, but it's that: in time. Atleast now it's fatigue and nausea and not fatigue, nausea and lots of pain. Little blessings are the best. Two nights ago I woke up with such bad congestion behind my sternum (acid reflux?) that I had to get up and work in the garage a while, then try to make myself vomit, and finally pass out on the bathroom tile. That experience made me realize how much we take for granted. I take for granted every ligament in my thumb, every bit of skin that isn't stabbed through, I take for granted that my teeth won't crack in half tonight. My point is that Ali's journey is a tough one to be on. Every body part and function that we take for granted she has to face head-on: bone deterioration, muscle tension, liver and lung functionality, gastrointestinal function, neuropathy, and the like. She just doesn't think about it a lot, just takes it one bite at a time. Which, I hear, is how one eats an elephant.
The new lease title is because we have rented our house out for the next two years. That and every moment is a new lease, a new guarantee that you'll have every opportunity to enjoy the present moment. You're free to enjoy now. It's your lease.
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