Long waits in consultation rooms tend to be directly proportional to bad results.
We waited extra long today.
Lots of time to wishing we could make it all better.
But knowing we cannot.
This time the long wait produced some good news.
Another three months of breathing room.
Though it has swollen from six weeks of daily radiation therapy back in March, we’re confident that it hasn’t grown.
Sine then, it’s been an uphill battle against nausea, not much appetite, significant weight loss and little energy at times.
Yet in Teddy fashion, he doesn’t know the meaning of living small.
It’s all so large and outrageous.
Bringing such great joy and laughter to our family.
Back on the ranch, juicy burgers are in; and Fettuccine Alfredo is surprisingly out…keeping in sync with “what sounds good” these days.
Summer thunder storms split the sky and turn dust to mud.
Brown to green.
Hot to cool.
Mule deer run thick in the ponderosa pines with their tiny shadows...sets of spotted twins and even triplets.
Gobbling turkeys and their flocks of little ones scatter in the dark scrub oak.
Mamas and their babies all over the place.
The buck in their velvet seem to keep their distance in groups.
Each vying for the top spot in the pack.
The scruffy, spindly ones will never stand a chance.
And then there’s Henri, the cow pug, never quite coming to grips with his lowly (yet adored) stature in the Rodd household. Recently he spotted a mama cow elk and her baby way off in the valley below, all the way from our terrace high up on the hillside.
Still hard to believe the dog can see through such bobbling eyes; not to mention that he can smell through his smashed nose.
After all, he is “second hand” according to Teddy.
Rescued from the humane society way back when the cancer raised its ugly head.
God’s ever present grace in the midst…
Steve, Teddy’s Dad