2.7 Seconds on a Bull Named Fumanchu.

We told Trudi we were having a Trip Planning Meeting, but we weren’t.  She walked in to Jane’s house with a plate of shrimp and cocktail sauce.  And then we hugged her and screamed, “Happy Birthday!” We donned disrespecful stickers and placed a tiara on her head. The shrimp were left for Jane’s husband.  And Trudi’s…

Let’s face it.

  When you go to the Moffitt Cancer Center website you see the faces of Moffitt.  The providers, the patients, the families…and right away your see Patty’s face.  She’s the one with the purple (the color of Pancreatic Cancer Awareness) scarf and the giant smile…right on their home page (www.moffitt.org):   . When you go to…

What room is there for fear?

  I wasn’t going to write this. It was Chemo Day for Patty this past Tuesday, and all day I thought about what I would write if I did write. And then there was that moment when I decided I wouldn’t write it. Couldn’t write it. I drove home knowing: I am not writing this….

It’s time.

It was Thursday, January 26th at 3:07 p.m. when I got the text (actually we all did because we have a group text, named “Winona” of course.)  Patty had gone to Moffitt Cancer Center that morning for her monthly check up; we were waiting to hear how it had gone: “Back to Chemo…..neck mass is…

She walked in beauty, like the night.

She walked the fifty yard line with flowers in her left hand and with her right hand loosely through her son’s left arm.  It was Senior Night at our local high school.  Her son Alex is place kicker for his high school football team.  And he’s quite good.  A special moment for any mom and dad…particularly…

“All right Mr. Demille, I’m ready for my close up…”

  Alternate Title:  (sung to the Meatloaf tune of “I will do anything for LOVE”) We will do anything for Lunch, but we won’t eat KALE.   Some people can’t handle being in the spotlight.  But there are certain tricks.  Prepare.  Be focused.  Move thoughtfully, and say things that will be meaningful. OR you can wing it…

A very good M.

We met last night, and this morning is a very good morning. So much has happened since the Sixtahs unpacked their bags…Jean went on a great bike trip through part of Canada.  Patti has helped an ill family member.  Jane and Julie have dropped off kids at college, and Trudi had a great visit from her daughter….

How do you keep the music playing?

  How do you keep the music playing? How do you make it last? How do you keep the song from fading… too fast? How do you lose yourself to someone? And never lose your way….How do you not run out of new things to say? —Michel Legrand; Alan and Marilyn Bergman And so we returned to…

There’s no place like home.

Sunday:  SANTA MONICA – LAX – PHOENIX – HOME Most days of the trip started with committee reports. The Blog Report:  Usually we read the comments on the blog aloud as we were driving.  On Sunday, as on other days we read your words…so important to us.  We all felt loved and no one more…

Toe in water, baby.

I talked with Patty early this morning in the hallway of our hotel.  She was on her way down to get coffee in the lobby.  We are unsure what happened on this trip.  I feel that deep down, somewhere in her subconscious, she had a feel for the magic we’d encounter.  It was her concept, her…

Stay with the herd.

Trudi and Jane got up super early to head to the canyon for sunrise.  They set alarms for  4:45 am so they could hit the south rim by daybreak.  They got beautiful pictures and returned to the hotel. And then things went awry.   Hereafter this moment shall be called “The Infraction.”  Jane and Trudi…