Sorry for the lack of posts recently. We just found out that our youngest son Noah (3 years old) has cancer. We’ve had a bunch of testing done and are awaiting a specific diagnosis.
It has been warmer and sunnier here in Indianapolis this week, and this weather reminded me of this poem:
FIRST SIGHT OF SPRING.
John Clare.
1793-1864.
The hazel-blooms, in threads of crimson hue,
Peep through the swelling buds, foretelling Spring,
Ere yet a white-thorn leaf appears in view,
Or March finds throstles pleased enough to sing.
To the old touchwood tree woodpeckers cling
A moment, and their harsh-toned notes renew ;
In happier mood, the stockdove claps his wing;
The squirrel sputters up the powdered oak,
With tail cocked o’er his head, and ears erect,
Startled to hear the woodman’s understroke;
And with the courage which his fears collect,
He hisses fierce half malice, and half glee —
Leaping from branch to branch about the tree,
In winter’s foliage, moss and lichens, drest.
February 15, 2009 at 5:24 pm
Thoughts for you and your family.
February 19, 2009 at 2:08 am
My thoughts are with you at this difficult time.
Anne
Green Hour
March 5, 2009 at 6:44 am
Oh, my heart goes out to you and your family.
March 5, 2009 at 6:47 am
My heart goes out to you and your family.
-jlyarnworks (twitter)
March 5, 2009 at 10:01 am
That’s awful. I can’t even imagine. This is not even close as far as comparisons go but my oldest daughter (now 2.5) had a seizure when she was a year old and it was the most terrifying experience of my entire life. I can only imagine what you’re going through (even this early) is thousands of times worse.
All I can say is good luck (I don’t believe in any of that “in my thoughts” phooey).
March 5, 2009 at 10:53 am
John Clare was a troubled man, but a quite brilliant poet. Thank you for reminding me of this poem. All the best for the rest of the year.
March 5, 2009 at 12:43 pm
Best wishes for your family.