Riding the Wave

The Listening Party was exuberance in action. The weather could not have been lovelier. Kathy came over and gave Killian some acupuncture before the event. When we got there, Cat and her crew had the place decorated so beautifully. Everywhere I turned, there was someone I was thrilled to see, or a gorgeous plate of food (thanks Mom, Anne Marie, Mary, Christine, Candle Café, Lisa Protter, Margaret, Cara and anyone else who made food). The joy in the room palpable—I’m bottling it with Angelica oil and selling it on Etsy. We’re sure that good things will happen for Killian’s project, Phil and I are most pleased that so many people had the opportunity to hear Killian talk about Integrated Therapies. Killian spoke beautifully about the role nutrition, acupuncture, reflexology, etc. has played in keeping him feeling good. He is whole, and full of life—and this is evident. He talked about how these therapies make him feel like he has options and that his dream is that more people “open their minds” to other forms of healing.

After the party, Killian hung out with Molly, Crash and Liam (who actually broke out the trombone for a little jam). Killian looked both exhausted and thoroughly happy. We left the next morning, with Kathy R. giving us a ride. I caused stupid inconvenience by leaving my cell phone, wallet….basically everything back at the house (“hello Barbara, this is Freud calling from your cell phone—might you be needing this device?”) We waited at the Shell station on 28 for Phil to meet us with my neglected items, when I saw Peter. He’d offered weeks ago to take over dealing with record companies about Killian’s project, and was still hot on the case. I’m not able to process business these days. This is SO unlike me. Instead, all I remember from our conversation is that Milo (his son) had a bad soccer loss and took it really hard—which struck me as odd as I always thought Milo was impervious to such losses.

We had such a great ride down with Kathy. We listened to Anne Peebles—I didn’t know she wrote Come to Mama, I just knew KoKo Taylor’s version of the song and had assumed she wrote it. I began to wonder (this is when I pulled Kathy into a fantasy band) if we could pull off a collection of lullabies for children, culled from really intimate blues songs like that one. It took dropping me off in the rain at Beth Israel to pull me back into current reality. Once we were in the radiation clinic, Killian was congratulated on his last treatment. “What???” Apparently, the dose of radiation per session had been increased, thereby shortening the duration of the treatment plan—except no one told us. We had too many other medical plans to leave straight away, but Killian’s first question was still, “can I go back to school tomorrow?” Tomorrow he has scans, plus I’ve tried all week to arrange a surgical visit for a little outpatient thingy he needs done—no luck though. SO, after some this-a and that-a, we’ll be home Friday. Yahoo!!!