You know that funny feeling you get when you sense something is missing or at least not where you left it, but you’re not really sure? Time passes and you forget about the could be missing thing because you moved on to something else.
We removed our suspended kitchen ceiling, the hundred and fourteen-year-old brick chimney, and brought in the new appliances. I temporarily installed the new (built-in) dishwasher and prepared to roll our aging portable dishwasher out of the house.
For a forgotten reason, I once needed to remove part of the cover where the water supply / discharge hoses and electric cord go through the back of the roll-around dishwasher cabinet. I suppose that made the opening an attractive curiosity for some, enticing enough that I pushed my cable camera through the opening to peak inside.
Resting in the darkness at the bottom of the cavity was my missing and forgotten tape measure, a plug-in multiplier, one Phillips and one flat screwdriver; all former occupants of a little tool drawer next to the sink where the dishwasher would be parked when in use. How could those things have gotten into the back of the dishwasher? One or two grandkids top the suspect list. Review a previously solved mystery here.
I spotted a friend at church today. We’re friends because we have Multiple Myeloma cancer in common. He’s a few years ahead of me on his cancer journey. He was kind enough to meet with me before I had my Stem Cell Transplant and share his transplant experience.
Two people can have the same cancer and the same treatments, but not have the same results. Knowing that, it’s still interesting, somehow comforting, to talk with someone who is treating the same cancer you have. They may provide a glimpse into your future – or, maybe not.
A Stem Cell Transplant is not a cure, but can buy precious time. My friend is years past his transplant and the cancer is again advancing. He’s had radiation for the tumors that have recently developed, and next week he will begin an experimental chemo treatment. If it helps, he’ll probably take it the rest of his life.
You know that funny feeling you get when you sense something is missing or at least not where you left it, but you’re not really sure? I’m reminded that I may have somehow misplaced my normal life expectancy. Did I? Maybe.
Time has passed and perhaps I’ve realized new expectations.