Erin: No Declan. Your birthdays are next to each other (one day apart) but you aren’t twins.
Declan: Oh, okay.
The guy is always thinking. My favorite summer story about Declan came after he went to the Intrepid Museum in NYC and was dazzled by the shuttle.
Hey, Nana, how do I get to be an astronaut?
I explain (probably too much for a three year old) that you went to college, learned a lot, went to flight school, learned some more, went to astronaut training in Houston, learned some more and then eventually your name came up on the list and you got to go on a mission.
Silence. Then, But Nana, what if I change my mind and I don’t want to go.
No problem, says I. You just tell them. There are plenty of other people to take your place.
But Nana, if I don’t go, how do I turn back into Declan?
As I said, the kid is always thinking. I told him he wasn’t going to STOP being Declan when he trained to be an astronaut but actually the boy is right. When you go through something (anything, big or small) you don’t ever go back to being the old you….you never turn back into your old self. You become something new. At least you do if you are open and growing and learning. (Guess I’m always thinking too…like what kind of new will I be after this is all over?)
I got an email this week from one of the public relations people at MD Anderson saying she had read my blog post about hair…the one with the ugly (cute) pictures and asking if I’d be willing to write for the Anderson blog. I said sure but how did she find me?
Turns out they have someone on staff who searches for mentions of MD Anderson on blogs and Facebook etc every day and passes on interesting stuff to her.
I know it’s kind of creepy, she wrote, but we mean well.
Anyway, I tried to search for my blog on google and couldn’t find it. They must have better ways to search.
I did a piece for them on not wanting to come to Anderson…wanting to stay in Venice and be treated there…and deciding to stay. Sent it in yesterday. We’ll see if they like it. It seems so long ago that we came here not even sure we were staying (Erin and Sean were sure…Jerry and I were hoping they’d tell us we could go home and be treated in Venice) It was the right decision. There’s no doubt in my mind. But at the time I so didn’t want to stay
It is a glorious sunny day here…going to be around 70…Feeling good, no treatments or appointments…We need to be outside. John is coming in later than planned so we have an entire day ahead to fill before we fetch him at the airport. Going to NASA.