All this hoopla about my health has been suddenly released by one telephone call from my doctor, telling me to celebrate; I'm fine.
So now these pains I have are just that, not some indication of impending doom, but merely the aches and pains of a woman who is aging normally, dying slowly, as we all are.
I took our two dogs for a long walk to the ocean this morning, sat to watch the waves, listen to the sea lions barking, hitch my sight on soaring sea gulls. Later, Jon and I picnicked in our back yard and I took a nap in the hammock while he worked on a redwood carving of a whale.
I'm no longer waiting.
