Yesterday morning was a blue time for me: a time of push-pull, mixed emotions. Getting ready to leave is always hard and not just because of the slight anxiety about making the plane, and the 19 hour journey ahead. After three weeks away I was so looking forward to being home and seeing Dave, and at the same time, it was a wrench to be leaving my lovely and loving American family. There had been such heavy snow that the schools were closed so it wasn't just a hasty goodbye after breakfast. When it was time to leave, four year old Cece hugged me and said "I will never forget you." Lux came out in the knee deep snow to wave me goodbye as my taxi drove away.
It was the right time to leave. I can't tell you how wonderful it's been in the last few days to see Wendy returning to her buoyant, sassy self. Next week she starts her chemo. We wish you strength, courage, stamina and ultimately, astoundingly good health, LRH.