Reflections 5/23/2020: Well, it appears that my day of reprieve was not the shape of things to come, but a moment of calm between the storms. Yesterday I was as spacey and ditzy as poor Bessie! (Poor Ed just helps me pry my confused head out of the Little Tikes jalopy). Could barely elevate myself out of any prone position, and felt like I was completely disconnected from my body! Gotta love that chemo! I clung to the residual feelings of my previous day’s spectacular bike ride to remind me of what lies ahead! Freedom from this roller coaster of craziness! Reclaiming my body, mind and spirit! God this is a booger!!! But it is carving out whole new caverns of deep dependency on You. New space for Your Holy Spirit to fill! Somehow that makes “milk truck” days less disorienting… and perhaps even funny!