No Time For Posts
All it takes is a clear MRI and the Schaffers hit the road! I realize it’s been more than a month since my last post and that’s no way for you to keep up with Gorman, is it? Sorry but we’ve been too busy having fun.
Last month we made a trip to Galveston and Houston to visit some good friends. This was one trip we had long talked about so after Gorman’s MRI, we headed west.
Three days before we were to leave for Maine, we were sitting in our living room one night when the door bell rang. When I went to the door, there stood Charlie and Ryland (son and grandson from CA). Amidst joyful tears and smiles, I kept repeating all evening, “I can’t believe you’re here”. Gorman was in on the surprise and he had a hard time keeping it secret but he never spilled the beans or “dropped the beans” as our little five-year-old grandson said. It was a wonderful and quick visit.
Next we went to Maine for 10 days. We spent three days in Cape Elizabeth and Kennebunkport. Yes, we drove past the summer home of former Pres. George H.W. and Barbara Bush and took photos with all the other tourists. Then we read in the paper that they were in residence, celebrating their birthdays with family. We spent a week in Booth Bay Harbor, where we had rented a condo so that Gorman could cook, of course. We ate lobster in some form almost everyday and also ate lots of blueberries. The weather was erratic with a sunny day and 82 degrees to rain and a high of 54 but it was mostly pleasant and we so enjoyed it.
We still have ahead of us a trip to Colorado to visit our younger son, Grady. Then the next MRI is July 14.
We are fortunate in our small town of 16,000 people to have a very good independent bookstore. It is in the heart of downtown Fairhope and adds a lot to our community with author appearances and other events. They recently selected a book to be a sort of “One Town, One Book”, encouraging everyone to read this book and then they brought in the author for a discussion and book-signing. The book was “The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry”. Spoiler alert: I am about to drop the beans. It is a lovely book, really an ode to a bookstore and I was reading along and enjoying it, liking the characters. Then right toward the end the protagonist is diagnosed with Glioblastoma multiforme. This is Gorman’s exact diagnosis. Needless to say, the man in the book died. I felt as if I’d been punched in the stomach. It is such a rare cancer that I’m sure our bookstore didn’t realize that there are three men in our area with this form of cancer. As we are approaching 29 months since Gorman’s surgery, I like to think that we’ve developed some resilience and that we’re not nearly as fragile as in the beginning so it surprised me how much that book upset me and stayed on my mind for days. Of course I’ve recovered and moved on, knowing that this is life and these things will happen. God is so good. He holds our hands and walks with us through the dark times and I am reminded of all our many blessings, including the gift of 29 months. But I can’t help but pray for more.