Of the Love We Get and Give…

I was reaching for my favorite mug when a combination of nerve pains shot through my right arm and made me lose control of my hand for an instant. I dropped my favorite mug. My favorite mug landed in the sink… So, it didn’t completely shatter. I was left with two large pieces and some bits of ceramic.

“Neuropathy is a sneaky bastard”, I said to my Piano Man, who had run to the kitchen to investigate the commotion.

“You know it’s the chemo”, he said, reaching for me, stroking my shoulders as we both watched my arm twitch. When I tried picking up the pieces, my Piano Man touched my hand. “You don’t want to nick your skin. I will take care of this.” I handed the trash bag I had been holding. “We’re not throwing it out”, he said, and the outrage in his voice made me smile. “You can turn it into a planter.” I loved him more in that moment for those perfect words. I love him for so many reasons. I love, love, love him because he gets me.

This morning, I found my favorite scarred mug next to my coffee maker. My Piano Man wholed all the pieces before leaving for work. With a face full of grins and a heart bursting with love for a man who loves and knows me well, I filled the cracks with sparkles… and turned the new planter into the home of a wee succulent that I rescued (or plant-napped *cough*) last summer.

 

Earlier today, a friend told me how terrible she feels whenever she needs my help these days… We both know how little time and energy cancer treatment allows me. I reminded her that there have been days when I would’ve stayed in bed if she hadn’t needed me. She helps me free myself from traps made of pillows and sheets and rather costly comfort. Helping her helps my brain and heart remember that a friend needs me. There is wild healing magic in circles made of love we get and give (and of friends who whole each other better).

This belief is what always inspires me to give all I can and celebrate all I get. And speaking of gifts and wonders, I have a handful to be extra thankful for:

I’m grateful for the gift of my Piano Man
and my new favorite planter

I’m grateful for GJ (short for Gina Jr.)
a dolly crafted with love and yarn (mostly with wild love, I am sure)

I’m grateful for Gina, for winged thoughts,
and for stories inked with me in mind

I’m grateful for Rommy
and for creepy Gorey books that make me grin like a lunatic

I’m grateful for Susie
and for red and black skully ornaments that cheer me to no end

I’m so grateful for all of you, who keep on feeding my ink with your reading presence… even when I can’t be as reciprocal as I’ve been in the past. You, my Wicked Luvs, rocketh very mucho and heal me even mostest. Thank you.

 

29 thoughts on “Of the Love We Get and Give…”

  1. I love, love, love this post! Your Piano Man has captured my heart with his sweet thoughtfulness. He’s amazing!

    Friends and family can be the best motivators to face days when we really want to sleep life away (at least in my case; sleep is my escape).

    Such beautiful gifts, too.

  2. Oh, your Piano Man is so awesome! I love what that cup says. People love you and it’s OK you can’t cackle over to read our blogs. Dolls and ink and books oh my. 🙂

  3. Sounds like just the perfect type of person to have around at times like these. There seem to be few people who can see and feel things from another’s point of view enough to see the perfect thing to do like that.

  4. I love the story of your mug’s metamorphosis into something even more beautiful!

    I’m moved that you have such a loving, caring Piano Man at your side.

    I’m amazed that you mentioned “neuropathy” because I was having a conversation about that particular topic with someone just a couple of days ago, prior to which, I didn’t really know anything about it.

    I’m touched by all the sweet gifts you’ve received from your friends.

    I adore you!

    And I covet the view from your balcony, aka my boyfriend!!! 😉 ♥

  5. Your Piano Man is a very thoughtful fellow. That circle of love that comes from having good people in one’s life is a thing to treasure. I think My Little Pony is onto something with that Friendship is Magic stuff too.

  6. Like you need us when you have such a perfect specimen as “Pianoman” to watch over you…all he is missing is a suit of armour and a mighty steed *swoon*…now I am struggling to form an image as to how he carries his piano on horseback lol…maybe it is a magic miniature he wears as a talisman, that grows when needed(but that could be extremely dangerous lol . You are always in my thoughts XXX

  7. Clearly, your favourite mug decided to acquire its scars in solidarity with your scars. But glitter scars? How fab!

    As a Gorey fan, you might be interested in a new bio that’s just been published about him — “Born to be Posthumous: The Eccentric Life and Mysterious Genius of Edward Gorey” by Mark Dery.

    • You’ve just made me smile from ear to ear. You’re so right. Now, my favorite mug and I can talk about our battle scars and brag about our glitter! 😀

      And I just added the new Gorey biography to my list. What a perfect title, too.

  8. Oh hon, i’m just now getting to “know” you and i’m so sorry you’re suffering from neuropathy and other symptoms from cancer.
    Nothing better than to have a “piano man” that makes things so much better. I am so blessed to have a wonderful man by my side .
    Your mug/planter is magical and I love the dance mug. I love all things dance!
    Hope you have a great day. xoxo

    • The most severe neuropathy is mostly from the current chemotherapy treatments, so if I get lucky things will get better after they are over. If not, we shall find a way to make it so anyway, right? 🙂

      Yay! for the good people in our lives (and for the energy that continues to allows us to appreciate them… and all things dance).

  9. Good job to Mr. Piano Man for rescuing your favorite mug to use as a planter! Keep strong and keep moving forward (I know I don’t actually need to tell you this.)

    So happy you have gotten so many lovely treats to keep up your spirits! I love those Gorey books and I have “The Other Statue” in my collection. So much fun!! If you haven’t read it, may I suggest to you an excellent book of interviews with him called “Ascending Peculiarity”?

  10. I love this post! I love your Piano Man! I love you! I love all the beautiful souls that sent you such gorgeous treasures! And, I love everyone, who is keeping you in their prayers! Big Hugs 🙂

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