On Earth As Heaven

As I peered out onto the sun shining on the Puget Sound late this morning, I announced that it was a perfect day. And it was. Today was a perfect day. Yesterday was not, which may seem borderline sacrilege if I don't explain further, so bear with me. While of course yesterday we celebrated the most perfect and divine moment in the history of all history, I didn't feel very well. My last infusion having been just last Wednesday, I was still recovering, feeling achy and nauseous, and fighting a headache and deep tiredness. What's more, a cold that has possibly become a sinus infection has made sleeping even more of a challenge. Easter truly went well. I was happy to rally to celebrate the Resurrection of Jesus, my Beloved. But this morning, when I awoke, I felt like myself again. The chemo cloud of tiredness, sadness, depression, apathy, and hopelessness had passed away just as I knew that it would. The world was bright, the morning cheerful. The heaviness was lifted and I co...