Nashville or Bust

The trip that started a longer journey

194/3

Why is it that when countdowns get to ‘3’ things really get exciting? Tension. Anticipation. Energy. It’s almost here — that whatever you are just a few final steps from having. You can almost taste it, feel it, grab it. Ah, yes. Three is a magic number. And I’d be remiss if I didn’t add that in this case, it’s causing some folks to get a little crazy. Good crazy. Fun crazy. We love it crazy. Post-it notes, vid links, heck even creepy caller man who simply relayed the message “the number is three” last night before hanging up. Oh yes, you are all reinforcing the (un)scientific fact that countdowns — especially when they get to this point — bring out good things like hope, joy — vive.

This mojo is helping a very tired Dave make it to campus and then the Rad Booth these final days. At night, he sleeps like a rock. Such a difference from months ago when there was no sleep, just pain. But come morning, even after peaceful slumber, things are rough. It’s hard for him to get up and move about. The fatigue, while different from chemo fatigue, is thick and overwhelming.  I can see the internal fight he has with his body just to sit up and put his feet on the floor. It takes awhile to get revved up. Coffee is saving grace. But the feeling of still being supported by all of you — in all of these unique, wonderful, wacky ways — is truly what puts the man in motion.

I had no idea that when I started this little countdown what a change it could bring to the situation. I was merely counting days to document achievement. You spun it into something better. Humble gratitude overflows. Namaste. ~ Jacqui

April 6, 2011 Posted by | Dave, Everyday | 2 Comments