There’s got to be a pony in here somewhere!

This past week, Rich unwrapped a small package that was so full of meaning and love and laughter. It was a little small pony, running… mane and tail flying… carved of Red Jasper sent to him by our dear cousin Denise. With it was a story:

Once there were five-year-old twin boys, one a pessimist and the other an optimist. Wondering how two boys who seemed so alike could be so different, their parents took them to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist took he pessimist to a room piled high with new toys, expecting the boy to be thrilled. But instead he burst into tears. Puzzled, the psychiatrist asked, “don’t you want to play with these toys?” “Yes,” the little boy bawled, “but if I did I’d only break them.” Next the psychiatrist took the optimist to a room piled high with horse manure. The boy yelped with delight, clambered to the top of the pile, and joyfully dug out scoop after scoop, tossing the manure into the air with glee. “What on earth are you doing?” the psychiatrist asked. “Well,” said the boy, beaming “There’s got to be a pony in here somewhere!”

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There’s more to the background of this pony, it’s meaning for Denise and how much that history touched us. But best of all, was the laughter we had when we read the story above. At a moment in time when we’re kinda prepping to wade through a ton of shit, how fun to find our pony! That it is Red Jasper has significance as well, ”Jasper, a stone believed to detoxify and strengthen the body, while providing comfort to the soul.” Perfect!

Two days later in the early hours of the morning,we went to the ER. Rich was running a temperature that Tylenol was not relieving. When he was admitted, his temperature was 103.4. An x-ray and CT of his lungs was done, blood and nasal cultures taken. Four different antibiotics pumped into his IV over the course of the day. Blanket upon blanket piled high as he shivered and shook. Questions questions questions were asked and answered over and over. Each time a shift came on duty, it began again. EKG’s were ordered multiple times… each time some wonkiness found. Finally the cardiologist stopped in. After a few questions, he calmed our worries. He felt the irregularities were part of the fever and the shaking from the fever chills. And then came the kicker to end all kickers. “So,” he said, “the PET/CT scan results from Thursday look good.” “Oh good… that’s nice.” “Didn’t anyone tell you?” he asked. Nuh Uh. “There’s no sign of the cancer at all.”

So while today we don’t know if the next cycle, now of RICE, scheduled for Tuesday will be put on hold due to whatever is causing this fever, we do know that now we go into our next phase of our stem cell journey armed with a faithful steed… we found our pony in the pile of shit… bring it on!

 

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