Tuesday, April 12, 2011

day 92 ~ hope

"Hope is like a road in the country; 
there was never a road, 
but when many people walk on it, 
the road comes into existence."  

~Lin Yutang

This is the first of two trees created at our school's Art Night. 
Each student created a branch. 
I assisted with trunk, roots, and swing.


On Hope ~

Will you join with me in prayer, 
all good thoughts, 
loving juju, 
and general white light vibes 
for two very important men in my life?

Rory ~

Rory is my step-dad. (My dad died of cancer when I was 12 years old.)

Rory has been dealing with cancer for half of his life, 28 years of his 56.  He is, by all standards, a medical marvel. His power of positive thinking, his sheer determination to live, are an inspiration. He was never supposed to survive the cancer he survived when he was 28 years old. 

But, he did. 

It returned a couple of more times, along with other ailments, and still he knew he would overcome, and so he has.

Just before this past Christmas, he was diagnosed with prostate cancer and was scheduled to fly to New York to be treated by one of this country's finest surgeons. During preliminary tests, they discovered that he also had (past tense intentional and incredibly bull-headed) an inoperable tumor in one of the exit areas of stomach to bowel. Prostate cancer treatment had to be postponed until this tumor had been dealt with. 

He is currently undergoing chemo-therapy, in order to shrink the tumor to operable size. (It has shrunk after only 3 treatments.) In the meantime, the prostate cancer has been treated with hormones, in order to halt its growth. (Test results show that its growth has halted.)

Gary ~

Gary is my uncle, my mom's only brother. 

Gary has lived a life of conscientious care. For all of his adult life, he has eaten right, exercised, and has indulged in no addictions or bad habits. In all of his 62 years, he was only once before in the hospital and that was for a virus he contracted while in the navy.

Lately, he has been experiencing chest pains. 

Today, he was scheduled for an angioplasty. 

They were unable to perform the procedure due to extensive blockage and have scheduled a quadruple bi-pass for this Friday.

Not surprisingly, we are all shocked by this news.

Both of these men were and are the primary father figures in my life, after my dad's passing. When I think of how difficult all of this is for me to process, and try to regain my center so that I can maintain being a positive force of love and hope, I think of how difficult it must be for my mom.


Prayer, by any name, matters. 

If you care to join with me here, 
we sure could use the community, 
the communion.

Thank you.


[It was not my intention to take this lovely tree made by the students of our school and cast shadows upon it. Though, truly, what else could I possibly heart-share when putting together a post on Hope?]

wire baby tree ~ our sweet & talented students
image ~ misha
hope ~ LOVE


  1. I am terrible with words, and I don't know what to say, but I couldn't exit this page without leaving some kind of comment.

    I honestly don't know that "hope" is truly appropriate for your uncle. It sounds like he doesn't 'hope' to recover. He 'intends' to recover. I don't know him, but I like him.
    I am not a religious person, but I will definitely keep you and your family in my positive thoughts.

    On a slightly different note, The tree is great. I like the charm on a branch, and I just love your swing.

  2. I want a swing in a tree just like yours!

    Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

    That is my favorite verse, and has given me strength through a lot of trials. I paraphrase it as ...Love hopes...

  3. Wow; this is jam-packed, infused, steeped, shaped and tinted, with LOVE. From what I know of these remarkable people through our friendship, I have to maintain that I like their odds. You have a formidable power in your heart; one that is positive and magical. Rest assured I'm holding your hand and teaming up with you and everyone else, to send forth positive energy.

    The tree is wonderful. It radiates exactly that energy, right when it is most needed.

    Much love, dear Misha.

  4. I will continue to keep them all in my thoughts, wrapping you all in love and light. Beautiful homage, Misha.

  5. Whatever good energy I can send your family's way I most certainly will. I'm never quite sure what I "believe" in, but I KNOW there is power in the LOVE we have. It is mysterious and complicated (much like we are ourselves), and may not always have the effect we expect, but it does have an effect. Thank you for sharing their stories and giving us the chance to help in this way.

  6. Joining you with great HOPE ♥

  7. My heartfelt thanks to each of you.