Good news, bad news.

I caught the bouquet. Right after he caught the garter. It was a lovely wedding, poignant as all are which are not a sealing in the House of the Lord. [They will take care of that little detail next year, but this was one of those rare cases (as in, not involving moral transgression, more like a technical glitch) in which it is better to marry first and seal later.] And the more poignant because I did attend our ward’s temple session yesterday morning, where I was reminded of the covenants which bind both Heaven and earth, when made in that holy place.

The new guy called, as promised, on Friday. I am still reeling. Fourth stage colon cancer, into the liver and lungs. Colostomy on Thursday, chemo beginning the following week. He dropped another bombshell, quietly, at the reception last night. Prognosis is six months to two years, I think even with the chemo. But on the other hand, he has promises made to him by the Lord and also by his bishop, so he told the oncologist, “You’re the one with the fancy piece of paper on the wall, and there are some things you don’t know.” They will be using a protocol developed at the University of Kentucky which is the current gold standard.

I have a dear friend who’s had a colostomy and has offered her expertise. She has also knit multiple chemo caps (not for herself, for loved ones), and I will be drawing upon that as I start cranking out caps for the new guy.

But today it is all about the stealth project for BittyBubba. I am going to try to get at least one full repeat done today, and another by bedtime on Wednesday.

I don’t know if the new guy or his family will want me there at the hospital on Thursday during the surgery, but I hope so, and I’d like to send him home with a chemo cap resplendent with fishes. I asked him for his favorite color. He said bright.

I think we can manage that.

I have an appointment with the massage therapist on Wednesday night, and one is coming to the office for chair massages in early July. I’ve already signed up for the first three 10-minute slots.

The Primary lesson today will be a trainwreck. I did not get any graham crackers bought (no grocery shopping yesterday, except for milk and juice and cottage cheese and chocolate chip cookies at Braum’s on the way home from babysitting the Bitties so that Secondborn could run down the block to an open house for friends). I will be Solomon-izing the cookies and giving each precious child half of a deliciously large and decadent chocolate chip cookie. I haven’t even cracked open the lesson manual. Thankfully, it is Fathers’ Day, and we can color.

Oh, and one of the sisters we visit-teach has a newborn and a c-section and requires 24/7 care until her family can get here in two weeks, but thankfully she and the baby do not come home from the hospital until tomorrow.

I feel rather like the mom in The Incredibles at the moment. Isn’t she the one who could stretch out, very thin?

I’m off to fix the cookies, and then my bath, and then I’ll take a squint at the lesson.