Friday, August 28, 2009

day +738

This morning's PET scan went smoothly. The results should be ready by Tuesday. Dr. C-M is on vacation, but I was told one of his nurses should be able to tell me the results.

Afterwards, I received the three scheduled immunizations in the clinic: the second and last dosage of (inactivated) Polio, the fourth and final dosage of Pneumococcal Conjugate, and Tdap (Tetanus, Diphtheria, and Pertussis).

I don't have any more appointments at Sloan until mid-October when I see Dr. C-M again for a check-up.

From Sloan, I picked up a few framing supplies nearby Canal Street before meeting my good friend, Barb, for lunch in the East Village. It was drizzling on my way to the supply store and my immediate impulse at that moment was to pull out my umbrella from my book bag, which I did. But before opening and raising the umbrella above my head, I paused . . . taking in the awesome simplicity of the moment. What was I protecting myself from? I wondered. This gentle, refreshing drizzle was doing me no harm. So, why did I feel it necessary to shield myself from it? Habit, I guess. Feeling its cool freshness, I was reminded of how absolutely wonderful the simple things of life can be. Precious and refreshing was today's drizzle knowing that I was here to experience it.

I had a similar experience on Monday on Randall's Island, where I was snapping photographs early in the morning. The first rays of that golden early morning light warmed my face, elevating my spirits as I walked. Energized too by the enlivening rhythms of my iPod, I was exploring the island's paths with vigor. How absolutely wonderful it felt to be there at that moment feeling so strong and purposeful. I was alive feeling recharged by the billions and billions of photons who made the remarkable 93 million mile journey to get here. Cradled in such sublimity, I couldn't think of a better place I'd want to be.

After lunch today, I saw the intense thought-provoking sci-film film, District 9, in the Upper West Side before returning home. I found District 9 to be quite gripping (on a variety of levels) though I confess I found its beginning a bit misplaced as it swung between odd humor and the severity of the environment depicted.


Comment Blogger Tom (dB) said...

those moments of realisation are wonderful, the sun, the rain, the wind, we hide from them, but they're humbling.

4:01 AM  
Comment Blogger Duane said...

Ordinary Magic, Tom! :)

10:02 PM  
Comment Blogger Kelly Kane said...

Hey Duane -

I'll be crossing everything for good news tomorrow. By the way, I totally owe you an email and I forgot all about it -- it wasn't intentional, promise.

Miss you!


7:30 PM  

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