On January 25th my sister-in-law had her last radiation treatment. Hallelujah!
First, I need to get this out of the way… I hate the multi-million dollar cancer treatment cartel as much as I hate cancer. I could not say that while my sister was getting her treatments. I respect the road she chose. I fully support her. Now that she is done, I can say what I feel. Done!
I wanted to do something to mark the moment. I am a simple woman. When I say I am simple, I mean that I am not clever or talented. I know how to embroider but I do not do other crafts, so something cute and crafty was out. I have a talent for making fussy cookies (who doesn’t?) but sugar feeds cancer, so that was not an option. What could I possibly offer? What could I do?
I know how to push seeds into dirt!
In late January what was I going to plant for someone who is good at planting gardens. Humm, there probably wasn’t anything I could grow that would reflect well on my talent (pushing seeds into dirt) but never mind, I would plant something to celebrate “No More Radiation! But what, other then onions, can I grow? (who celebrates onions besides me?)
Sweet Peas! Peas don’t seem to mind cold weather or short days. They can handle a light freeze. I’ll grow sweet-peas! It was easy to find a dwarf variety to put into large pots. Little Sweetheart.
So into the deep-root break-away planters went a package of (soaked overnight in a wet paper towel) sweet pea seed. I waited.
Every year I think I have lost my green-thumb. Let seed stay hidden in the ground just a day or three longer then the early germination day and I start to panic. How did I kill the babies before they could even arch up out of the dirt?
Silly me, they always come up eventually. And my sweet peas did eventually come up. Bright and cheery! A promise of flowers to come. Maybe I’m not a killer of green life after all.
Today, I divided the little green plants into two nice, big planters. A heavy blue stone pot and a light weight foam planter that isn’t as difficult to pick up and move when I need to. One will probably go to Sheri’s beautiful house for the summer. I’m jazzed!
While I was at it, I planted a big planter of spring salad (with a viola to finish my salads!) and put a root-bound pot of crocuses into the side garden. What a great day!
I came in, washed up and sent a picture of the up-potted sweet peas to Sheri, letting her know that I am still celebrating! She shot a text right back at me letting me know that she is feeling like her old self again. She thought the pot of baby sweet peas looked great!
Oh, by the way…. she asked if I had heard that her mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer.
I have to remind myself that God is good even though cancer is a mean monster. He loves, He is merciful, and is coming again soon. I also remind myself that our tears are precious to him.
Debs in Everett, Washington… crying, praying, feeling strong and encouraged. Some times it is like a cycle, wash, rinse, repeat. Even so, it is well with my soul.