I’ve tried to keep it at arm’s length, but it hogs the air around here and keeps finding its way out in bits and pieces on the blog.
I want to go to Warren’s shop in San Rafael, just north of San Francisco, for one last time before he closes his doors the end of this month, to wish a good man well with whatever comes next.
At least I’ll get to see him at Stitches West next year.
I keep thinking of fun day trips to do with Michelle, and she just looks at me and goes, Are you up to that?
Oh. Right. Well, hey, brownie points for positive thinking.
I made it to Knit Night at Purlescence last night; face time with friends won out, and here’s Jasmin trying on the Monterey, to my great delight at her enthusiasm over it.
I talked to pathology today and arranged to pick up my slides to take to my new surgeon (my old one having left) at Stanford.Â There is one more test to run first that might delay what seems surely inevitable at this point.Â I’ve been bleeding at least ten times a day, no meds are working, (I know–same old, same old), it could easily fistulize and cause an emergency, and that 10″ stump has to go.
When so many of you were praying for the Humira to work last January, and it seemed not to?Â But: the rectum healed up enough after those doses that they were able to staple it off rather than creating another stoma with it. Given what the thing has done since then, I am grateful in the extreme for that–it has made this situation far, far easier.
Right now all we can do is wait while I try not to waste my breath wishing the operationÂ were weeks in the past already.Â That day will come. I’m holding my blankets close for comfort: Robert’s, (skip about halfway down the post), the one Elizabeth‘s group made, the two Anniebee‘s group made, and the one from the South Bay Knitters I’ve had for several years now that they made as a congratulations on getting “Wrapped in Comfort” accepted for publication. I still have the nametags on their squares telling who knit which.
I have a new pattern I wanted to rework in a laceweight with more detail than the fingering yarn I first knitted it up in, and what shows up on my doorstep today from Lisa?… Baby alpaca laceweight, my favorite, gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous and dyed and gifted on the spot as soon as she knew.Â Wow.Â I can’t wait to dive into it. There is such a joy in creating something that’s never been in the world before and then sharing it.
As so many of you did for me.Â Thank you, Lisa. Thank you, every square knitter and afghan put-er-together-er and every person who has prayed, read, Thought Good Thoughts.Â It all helps, and I wrap it around me gratefully.Â Thank you.Â This is just a blip, and we’ll get through it just like the last time.
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