Many visitors and callers today so he was cheery and bouncy all evening. Okay, he was literally twitching and pacing around the room tonight like a caged ocelot. It's good though because his energy is up and he's really positive about this whole process.
And especially thanks to Kar and Radha who brought a huge quantity of halava, samosa, pakoras and chutneys which is exactly what he was craving all day yesterday. And they also brought a collection of Tintin, Asterisk, Amar Chitra Katha, and Matt Groening books :-) Is it just our generation? Our strata of third-culture kids that find these comics so comforting?
There was a little emotional roller coaster today though (I'm not referring to the drama between a few of the nurses on shift who don't seem to like one of the other desk staff). This afternoon he was told he was being moved to one of the luxury rooms that just became available. The kind with a real bathroom and a shower, etc. And then some of the nurses got their wires crossed and moved another patient in there instead. Apparently it's all based on seniority on who gets moved to better rooms and KD was next in line. But he got jumped!
Not so bad after all because another patient is scheduled to leave tomorrow and he's got what the nurses call the "penthouse suite", which means KD's going to get the best room in the ward. They say it's the biggest room, and has the best view ... if you stand at the side of the window and squint down in the right direction you can see a real tree and some actual grass :-)
So if you plan on stopping in tomorrow (Wednesday) double check to see if he's moved yet or not so you don't end up in the wrong room chatting with someone's Aunt Fay or old Bubba Joe instead.
But on a serious note, and I've typed it before, but KD asked me to repeat over and over how much he appreciates everyone's support. I don't think it ever occured to him what a large and wonderful network of family and friends he's grown with through the years. He likes to imagine himself as the rebel outsider musician, the last shreds of his teenage-hood angst, with a little "nobody likes me, I'm going to the garden to eat worms" feeling sometimes. But now with nothing more to do but think and reflect, and get showered in love and support, he's actually becoming a cheerful little ray of sunshine. A regular Pollyanna ... okay, maybe not that!
It's not the cancer that's changed his life. And not the fear of death. It's been the love from the people around him that is redefining who he thinks he is and what he wants to be. It seems like an insignificant twist on similar motivations, but I think it matters so much.
Okay okay okay enough Oprah, touchy-feely, huggy, happy-ending stuff... I'm too tired ... so just take this sage piece of advice ...
Confucius say, "Never play leapfrog with a unicorn."
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