Thursday, June 4, 2009

We Have The Beginnings of a Plan

I never thought I'd say this to you, John Huntsman, but thanks for the great Huntsman Cancer Institute. And thanks to you, Manal, for being there working at the Huntsman Cancer Institute and checking that doctor out. I sure know how to pick the great daughters to informally adopt. And thanks to you, Ms M, for bringing that movie a week ago I didn't know I'd need to watch today. Seven Pounds. It helped to cry those tears. And thanks to you, Susu, for sending me a copy of your book of poetry. It takes me back through all the time we knew each other, and before, and after all those years. It has been a comfort to read your gorgeous words and remember how close we all once were, when we were young, you, Z, and I. We were something weren't we? Someday I'll write about us all. I left us out of the novel Maggy, because we were too big for her story. We deserve our own book. Sleep well, Z. Tomorrow we have work to do.

And thanks to all of you and your good energy and kind words and the warm wishes. Thanks to you, I'm as centered as I've ever been.


themom said...

Ah, it appears your hard work has paid off and the support network is now formulated. What a wonderful friend you are. All my thoughts are headed your way. (Although I may need to retain one or two thoughts here.)

Utah Savage said...

Sorry I've been inattentive to the needs of my support network. I do that in real life too. I wonder that I have any friends at all. I think I once might have been worth the trouble, but now, not so much. But when I absolutely have to I can call on old, untended relationships. I need to do some gardening. I plan to make the rounds tomorrow as well as get outside and work on that tree mess. There is no man with a chainsaw waiting in the wings to rescue me.

Fran said...

Utah-- maybe there is. Maybe you can slap up a bulletin board note or find someone advertising in the paper who will be your chainsaw Knight in Shining Armor to help make short order of that mess?
I saw the photo.... thats a lot of shrubbery to be hauling!

Here is hoping you can get some hired help for a little stint, just to cut you a break.

We had a few literally rotten trees we needed taken out.... big suckers- a gnarly walnut, and an old growth monster cherry tree... broke my heart to have them go, but the cherry finally split in half and fell over in slow motion..... (too bad, it was a great tree we put a swing on) & lovely shade.

anyway I called a few different folks & the quotes varied by many hundreds of bucks. Might be worth it to let your fingers do the walking to get some person do a little chainsaw magic?

Just like this clinic that seems to be the right fit for a plan, maybe there is a handy person who can do the job with the right tool.

Just a thought.

Best wishes

La Belette Rouge said...

I am so happy that a plan is forming. You must feel a lot of relief in having the structure.

You know what I love about you that in the midst of all you are going through you are so inspired creatively that another book is being conceived.

Randal Graves said...

Exactly, cancer will get its shit fucked up old school, plus more writing.

Utah Savage said...

Thanks guys, You loving support has really helped me. Z's family is finally able to do something for her. It is odd to me that a mother seems incapable of asking for help from her children, leveling with friends and family.

I just got an email from her asking me to call one of our closest friends and not tell her it's lung cancer. She says, "Let's not call it lung cancer. That sounds so bad." I want to smack her. She's asking me to lie to a friend. I am almost incapable of lying. I spent my childhood and early adulthood lying about everything that might let someone help me. Once past that, I promised myself that I would stop lying. My honest seems brutal to some people, but at least I can live with myself.