coyotegoth | Day by day...

...and now, I'm in Tennessee. I remember driving to the SF airport with

sophiescholl, and singing a few lines of "Leaving on a Jet Plane"; I also remember another SF airport run, singing "Five Years" that time. (I really, really need to specify to my travel agent that I prefer window seats: wound up in the middle- least favorite option of the three- and every time I started to nod off, one or the other of my seatmates would nudge me.) A brief layover in Chicago: no time to run into town, but I did catch a glimpse of my favorite skyscraper- one random red building among all the blue and gray.

On the way home, Darin and I stopped at the hospital to see Bobbi. Her chemo is hitting her hard- very hard- she was lying in bed, barely able to respond, when we walked in; her eyebrows are pretty much gone. At one point, Darin went out to get her something to eat- and I'm sitting there with one of my dearest friends, asking her if there's anythng she's particularly worried about- as in, anything I could look out for from my end of things- as Two and a Half Men plays in the background.

Per Darin, they're thinking of taking her off of the chemo: it's weakening her health to the point where surgery isn't feasible until she recovers, and she also recently spent several months with essentially no tumor growth, and no chemo. At this point, it's a combination of 1) get her better, so they can remove the tumors, and 2) if worst does come to worst, she should be able to enjoy the time she has left. (Impossible logic to argue with, not that I would want to.) There simply isn't the bandwidth to have the conversations you want/need to have at times like this, nor to write about them completely.

Meanwhile, the dogs are their foolish, barking selves; I've been helping wash dishes, clean out the car, and trying to make myself useful in various small ways; Bobbi's daughter is in a production of Godspell tonight, and we'll be going to see that. I'm looking forward to it; she's a good singer, and I've always had an odd warm spot for that show- perhaps it dates back to Bible camp, back when I was but a wee coyote, and groups of us would sing "Day By Day" joyously. I think we could all use a little of that right now.