A Supermoon, a Surgery, and One Perfect Fall Day, Plus the Importance of Joy and Healing

Cloudy Seatle Blue Supermoon

A Supermoon, A Surgery…

So, the day of the supermoon, Glenn had a right-hand surgery, which we’d hoped would be simple but ended up being pretty complicated (read: long, expensive, involving IV antibiotics, stitches, a biopsy, etc.) He is on his way to healing now but for four days he was pretty incapacitated—and that meant I was trying to fill in the gaps—cat and Glenn caretaking, making sure we had food to eat (not much of a cook here, in case you didn’t know), and four nights of barely any sleep for me. The good news is, there was no cancer, he seems to be feeling much better. It’ll be a while before his hand is back to normal, but at least it seems to be on its way.

After four pretty miserable days, we decided to have a day off (after Glenn’s post-surgical check-in and bandage removal, of course) and devote ourselves to just doing fun things.

Lavender Bicycle at the Lavender Farm

One Perfect Fall Day—and the Importance of Joy to Healing

I have a friend who’s had pretty serious cancer for about seven years. She told me the secret of her longevity – to treat her body as a friend, to live with joy, to give her body a reason to live and to heal. That struck me as very profound and has stayed with me.

Since Glenn was recovering and I have a pretty tough week ahead (meeting with immunologist, then getting an immunology infusion at the downtown hospital), we decided to take advantage of the one day without smoke or rain—a perfect 74°-degree day, a little haze but no smoke and a wonderful breeze.

At Molbaks with Halloween display

So we started our perfect fall day and went to our local garden center, Molbaks, to check out their Halloween decorations (you can count on them having displays up by September 1) to get our fall feels, and then a trip to our favorite local lavender (soon to be pumpkin) farm, where we walked through the sunflowers, listening to the bees and the finches, felt the breeze, got some fresh air and easy exercise. We even gathered some flowers to bring home and for some time, just existed—no deadlines, nothing to do and no place to be—until it was almost sunset. I could have easily fallen asleep in the grass out there.

We came home, watched some of the Harry Potter marathon on SyFy with hot cider, and finally got a good night’s sleep. I consider all of this a type of medicine—different than that in Glenn’s IV or my infusion—a way to remind ourselves of the gentleness and beauty of life, not just the grind and the chores and the pain and struggles. There are enough of those every day—sometimes you have to turn your attention to the good.

Me in my happy place, with sunflowers

Today is rainy and cool, and we tidied the house, I organized and put away my summer clothes, and we started to really prepare for fall. We bought the last doughnut peaches for cake and made barbequed chicken and cornbread with the last good corn. I lit a couple of pumpkin coffee candles. We paid attention to the cats, who felt they had been very neglected the last few days.

I did a few submissions this week in a bit of a daze, because submission windows can be short and demanding, even when life is chaos. I also tried to catch up a bit with my reading—even picking up a few new books to start (ambitious, I know, but fall seems like a good time to acquire new books—especially important when you’re spending a long time at the hospital with a needle in your arm).

As the seasons transition, a few of my friends noted the stress of the change, the return to different rhythms. In Seattle, we pretty much say goodbye to the sun and hello the “the long dark” of the next nine months. I’m hoping to catch a few good days to visit the pumpkin farms, to pick the Pink Lady apples from the tree in my front yard I planted at the beginning of the pandemic, and even a few figs from the fig tree I planted two years ago. Fruit from new trees is always a good sign—last year we got neither apples nor figs—so I hope my trees will stay healthy until next spring.

Wishing you a kind and gentle transition.