Dear Kids,
What a great time we all had yesterday, celebrating Dad’s and Dallin’s birthdays, and the 20th anniversary of moving into the cabin, and demolishing the old swingset, all at the same time. Thanks to all of you who brought food, and especially to Donna, who bought the meat and did the barbequing. Our get-togethers just keep getting bigger and better. Thanks to all of you who helped with the demolition. Dad and I will be getting the new playset from the Lifetime store in another week or so, and Dad will put it together. It has to be done slowly and carefully, and the directions are about the length of a large telephone directory. But Dad’s good at that sort of thing.
Thursday we drove to Pocatello for Sterling’s graduation, and we had a great time. There were no masks and no social distancing, except for the graduates down on the floor of the arena. It’s crazy, because the graduates lined up and walked in right next to each other, but then their chairs were 6 feet apart. I’ll be glad when all the hypocrisy and double standards are over with. Anyway, the graduation was great, and it lasted barely an hour. The talks were very short and the graduates clipped right through. Sterling had super high honors, or whatever they called it: A gpa higher than 4.0 with at least 3 AP classes. We were very proud of him. After missing all the graduations last year, which were crazy because of covid, it was fun to do something totally normal.
Rumors I’ve heard: Dallin’s baptism had been postponed. Adelaide has finished her mission application process, (in the old days we called it turning in the papers, but there’s no paper any more), and sometime soon she ought to have her mission call. Charlie Thacker went on his first date. The Provo MTC is opening sometime in July. All the temples will open in July, too. Yeah, these are rumors. I think they’re all true.
I had a good visit with my oncologist on Monday, sooner than I was supposed to, but I’ve been having lots of trouble breathing. In my mind I imagined the tumors in my lungs had grown really large and were cutting off my air. It turns out that was wrong–my main tumor had only grown l mm in five months, which is wonderfully slow. But why can’t I breathe? Dr. Lewis suspected asthma, and sentenced me to using my nebulizer 4 times a day with stronger juice. I’ve been doing that since Monday, and it hasn’t helped very much. One other possibility is that there’s a lymph node near the sternum, and my cancer might be affecting it. If so, I might have to have radiation again, which doesn’t appeal to me at all. Whatever it is, I sure appreciate all your faith and prayers. I know I’m going to live much longer than I would otherwise.
Lots of love to everybody! Mom
