The happy thoughts and visualizations of beauty and peace are healing. Last night Steve and I retreated alone to the Casita, while Erica escaped with her friends and tried to get back to normal (whatever that is for now). At the Casita, the visual creates it's own ever changing scenery, but we took along the old "I Love Lucy" tapes that our neighbor lent us and laughed at how little has really changed. It made The Production seem so much more likely to really become a reality.
I took an Ambien-giving it another try-to settle down and fall asleep, but woke up once again with a clear message that chemo was the right answer (Key mo-more). That must be working but I am still listening to all methods of healing-preferring,as ever, to do things naturally whenever possible. Love, love, love the happy thoughts and laughter therapy. So must our boys overseas-you go Reid and Matt.