Dear Jan Marie, thank you for the wonderful lift and the strong shoulder you offered me. I needed it so. God bless you. Today we had to go out and meet the insurance adjustor. It was such an eerie sensation, just Bud and I sitting in this empty trailer park, in the distance amongst the rubble a proud flag nailed to a 2x4, nailed to another 2x4, flapping undaunted in the cold wind and grey skies You could have heard a pin drop out there, despite the fact we were sitting 100 ft from the Hwy 164. If you have ever watched "The Tommyknockers" by Stephen King when they finally land at the airport and time catches up with them, how the airport went from deathly still to teeming with people, that is what it was like. It went from that oppressive silence, almost like suspended animation-- to incoming crews from the building commissioners, the insurance adjustors, the electric company, a company that was going around giving estimates (they reminded me a whole lot of Larry, Darrell and Darrell) on damages, and neighbors driving in, all within 30-40 minutes. Even with the people milling about, my eyes were still captured by that brave flag flying about and my heart felt heavy, my stomach with a giant lump in it -- kinda like a mule kicked me. How can anyone ever come back to that....and live there again. But people do. They rebuild. But cancer....that's different. It latches on, continuing to dole out the damage. I remember Tarceva being talked about on this site a long time ago...but I cannot seem to find it.
For anyone who is on Tarceva, or knows of someone on it, please reply with your feedback. I am anxious to hear it. In the meantime, we treasure each day as God gives it to us, loving, living (as Cam so aptly put it) and hoping.
Take care and yes, thank you for your prayers and your heartfelt hug that traveled the distance to surround me with warmth and care when my evening seemed so dark.
Jan