Sabbath Day 13: Respite from Treatment

Hi Everyone,  Reporting in from the Fumo branch of the Philadelphia Free Library.  I have some business in South Philly this morning (taking care of a friend's dog....no not putting it down!) and I'm hoping to get some refreshing "real" Italian water ice before I return to West Philly and some more errands.  
So far the great part is that I haven't lost any hair and I feel pretty good.  I have to be careful being out in the sun, which isn't easy on another sweltering day in the city.  I'll take the day, since my tomatoes, cukes and peppers need some uniterrupted sunshine to produce those wonderful fruits.  I have been collecting lettuce, kale, kirby's and radishes from my garden so far.  And peas too, which never manange to get very far from my garden before I eat them.  I have a dark red lettuce called a merlot that is coming in now.  I promise some photos of the bounty later when I get my PC running again. 
I wanted to thank you all for your prayers and offers of support; it is really appreciated.  I'm entering another three to five months of treatment and will try and find some work in the "meantime" to accommodate.  (As I said before: Most of life is lived in the mean time...i.e. between the great events, or those peak experiences of life: birth, graduation, marriage - more birth - retirement and....well you know the rest.)  The meantime is a good time to learn a new language (I'm working on Spanish), take dance lessons, enter therapy (if needed) or update  your resume.   The meantime is a good time to make your own living space a work of art.  Add some plants, a mobile some precious mementoes.  I find that living life can be an authentic art form too.  When you have a serious illness it tends to put things in a new perspective.  What are the truly important things versus the onslaught of tasks that we ususally consume ourselves with everyday?  It's not easy.  Most of my life has been spent either slavishly doing my perceived duties, or running away from them in search of a "Disneyfied" version of reality.  I think the truth is in finding the joy - or the dance - in the midst of the daily tasks which are always with us.  My program also teaches me that serenity and problems are not mutually exclusive; in fact, the art may be in finding our serenity in spite of life's troubles.  Well I guess we will see.