It’s Sunday morning and I’m in bed at quarter after 11, with the Seahawks and Chiefs in the background. I am so tired. I had less than an hour of sleep last night but I can’t spend the day in bed as I have a ticket to hear Mendelssohn and Mussorgsky with the Seattle Symphony this afternoon.
Eleven treatments down and in addition to being tired and cold, I am completely overwhelmed by the support, well wishes and love that I am receiving from the communities that I am part of. I am not sure how to respond, I don’t even know how to start showing gratitude.
I walk through cemeteries on my way to and from ProCure, which is calming and peaceful. They also make me think of community, especially the Orthodox Brotherhood of St. Nicholas and the Bikur Cholum graveyards. I didn’t know any of the residents but I sense that these are strong communities as well. As I walk through the burial grounds I reflect on the many incredible communities that I am part of, our neighborhood, my yoga studio, our friends, the community coming together for this benefit concert next weekend, our families, Olivia’s students, friends I met through the Sindi Ahluwalia Hawkins Cancer Centre, my Summerhill Winery family, family and friends in Australia, schoolmates, and now my new communities here in Seattle: new friends, ProCure staff and patients, SCCA House residents and staff, too many to list.
Today, I am not going to worry about how to respond, I will just be grateful that I am part of these wonderful and supportive communities, and try to stay awake at Benaroya Hall
I won’t find internment with the Orthodox Brotherhood or Bikur Cholum, my worship today is confined to the church of st mattress, but I can be an interloper in their repose and celebrate their communities and mine.