The drive to Indy

When we leave the sky is black. There are stars in the sky and they seem cold. Probably because the air is frigid. Heading east, the sky lightens to gray with streaks of purple smoke. As we travel on, orange creeps up from the horizon and we know that the sun will rise again today. The world is still turning.

I used to have dreams where I could fly. But when I flew, if you could call it flying, I felt the heaviness of my body and it was my will and faith that lifted me from the ground. I would rise slowly and I always had to move my arms, almost in a swimming motion, and I could rise to the treetops, maybe a little above, but never into the sky. I could never fly very high or very far. I’ve always wondered why I have the dream. And I often have dreams where I’m in an old house, sometimes the same house dream after dream. Sometimes the house is haunted; in fact it usually is. The haunted portion of the house is always on the third floor, or in the attic. Possibly because when I was a child in kindergarten we lived in a house that was purportedly haunted, and it was reported that a previous owner had hanged himself in the attic. I guess I’m off on a strange tangent. But most of my dreams are about traveling, always with my family and we are always happy and having fun. People say that you should do what you loved to do as a child to be happy in life. What I loved to do as a child was go off exploring. I have done some exploring. I traveled a bit before I met Billy with Jimmy, we went to Kentucky, Tennessee, Nebraska and more. I went to California and lived there for 9 years before Billy & I and the kids moved back here. I like to go on adventures, I guess. If my body cooperates! There’s always the stress of the journey, but I like exploring.

We return to Indy for doctor’s appointments, to get red blood or platelets, or both, 2 to 3 times a week. Next week Billy is to start round 2 of the IV chemo since his acute myeloid leukemia returned. It has taken a very long time for him to build up enough strength to be able to do this 2nd round. I haven’t been able to write about his hospital stays for pneumonia in January and February, and the day we were told his AML is back. It’s too difficult. We are praying for healing, and success in treatment. For wisdom for the doctors. For strength for us to get through all that is coming, and all that we’re going through now. Most of all, I pray that God heals my sweet Billy. Because I don’t want to lose him.