...because at 5 a.m. this morning, I awoke in pain. My night nurse (you know - Jeff), handed me a pill. It worked, but not before I had a dream:
I was being honored at a party that I was unable to attend. With a bird's eye view, I watched as a chocolate cake was wheeled in on a cart and placed in the center of the room. I couldn't determine whether the cake had lit candles because the party guests were so tightly packed around, blocking my view. As the crowd parted, I was finally able to see. The cake was a dome of creamy, milk chocolate fondant. A circle of fudge was piped near the cake's center, and a cherry was positioned in the very middle. (Did I mention the cake was chocolate?)
The party host proudly announced that it was the perfect homage to my left breast,
before taking a cake cutter to it.
I don't know why,
but I thought it was funny.
Or maybe it's just my way of saying thanks for the many ways you have shown your love and support. And of course, guaranteeing that you will never look at chocolate cake in quiet the same way ever again.
It is funny and your "never look at chocolate cake in quite the same way" comment is hysterical, ha! It also made my heart smile. All you're buds are here for you!
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aavee8or
Oh my... this just takes my breath away. If anyone can do this, YOU can, my friend. But no one should have to, and I wish with all my heart you didn't...
ReplyDeleteWe love you, and we're praying for you. Rest, recuperate, take care of yourself. I know you couldn't hope for a better night nurse than Jeff. Kiss the boys for us and keep us updated.
Jill
Deneitra,
ReplyDeleteIf only I had known you better in 7th grade! You make me laugh, and I hope I do the same for you. Laughter is one of the best medicines. Welcome home.
I know Jeff would not dare size you up as a, "Large!". He knows better. Continue to heal. Enjoy the beauty of your family. I will continue to say the Mi Shebeirach for you.
Love,
Ginger
Sense of humor DEFINITELY intact...breast tissue is replaceable, you are not. You will be fine. I know, because I have like a dozen texts from you in a five minute period...how sick can you REALLY be? And BTW, Virginia won too.
ReplyDeleteAnd I've never been a fan of cake anyway. But a huge fan of your elegant description of this one.
See you Tuesday.
Love, Claire
PS Tell Jeff I said his job is to wait on you hand and feet, take care of all three kids, fetch you Starbucks as needed, and tell you how beautiful you are at least every 10 minutes. Oh, wait - he's already doing ALL of that, isn't he? I knew I liked him for a reason.
Mom just brought over chocolate cake the other day. Glad I ate it before reading your blog. Hope you are relaxing at home. Big win for the longhorns should have helped!! You are in my thoughts and prayers ALWAYS!
ReplyDeleteYou and the family are in my prayers and thoughts especially tomorrow morning.....running the Susan G Koman race in the cold and rain should be a "piece of cake!"
ReplyDeleteThat cakes sounds like some eggs benedict I had one night while out with some comedians! They pulled a fast one on me. I will tell you that story in private someday! I am blushing thinking about it. Nothing like dining with 15 men and 1 woman. Leave the rest to everyone's imaginations. Claire sums it up so well. I just want to ditto everything she says. Take care. I loved the way Jeff put it this AM. He said if you were good; he was good. I want someone that sweet in my life. You are a blessed woman in more ways than one. Love to you and the family! Ginger
ReplyDeleteI am so glad you are home with your favorite nurse and his three junior assistants.
ReplyDeleteKeep your sense of humor and soon you will be good as new. We are still praying for you. Love, Marcene
Your faith and sense of humor will carry you through!
ReplyDeleteAll the love and prayers will strengthen you!
Now...I'd be lying if I said I were not a big fan of cake, however, it ain't the cake that makes it good...it's the person with the recipe of love...AND THAT is what you have, Dee!
In every smile, laughter and words of hope, you continue to treat us all.
I love you!
Cake...and cherries. I'll never see them the same way again. Glad you're home; I'll do the walk next year!
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