Upcoming scan

So, we're in the normalish round of things, work, setting up things, garden, house, mother-in-law, repairs, the bank, maintaining things and maintain self - the usual round of stuff. It feels normal to me, with excitement raising around Deborah's time home for 2 short weeks from NYC. It is time for the firstborn daughter to be at home and get some sunshine and parental enfoldment. Trusting that spring has sprung, mostly ( except today) but then it's Cape Town and so hot-cold-hot-windy-exquisite is normalish too.



And upcoming this week is the scan to see what effect chemo has had on the cancer on Maryse' liver. I am anxious, although she is robust and energised and normal  - and I fully expect the best possible report from that scan. I keep telling myself that. At the same time my shunned superstitious rabbitfoot rubbing imp rears it's head. Almost like the old children's doggerel  about 'step on a crack, break your mother's back'  - although admittedly, sometimes I deliberately stepped on the cracks. Superstition comes knocking when external events seem to be out of my control. Even though most experience is largely out of, at least MY, control. Surely there is some action I can take to ensure a 'good' outcomes. Probably the best that can be done is to stay awake, care for the details, and breath out. Breath out. Breath out. Gotta breath in sometime though...