It breaks your heart.
It is designed to break your heart.
The game begins in spring,
when everything else begins again,
and it blossoms in the summer,
filling the afternoons and evenings,
and then as soon as the chill rains come,
it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.
~A. Bartlett Giamatti, "The Green Fields of the Mind," Yale Alumni Magazine, November 1977
Nolan pitched the first couple of innings of his second game last night. His coach, Coach Tehran, played baseball with Rick in college. After facing just a few batters, Coach made a quick trip to the mound. It must have worked, Nolan pitched another inning afterwards.
He is growing his mother's long legs. He has man sized feet, and needs adult sized shoes and pants. "Growing," is more like "rocketing" in Nolan's case.
My mom, Mary, came out to watch. Even with the sun out it was only low 70's and with the wind it was chilly.
The sun was producing some of my favorite kind of light- but I didn't quite get it the way I had hoped. Plus I spend so much time chatting with friends, I forget I even have the camera with some days.
Nolan and his friend Jacob- trying not to smile, and letting just enough of a smirk through to let me know, those little boys are still in there somewhere.
I had to dash back to wound care today. I had a completely scabbed over wound, but when the scab fell off, it left hypertrophic granulation behind, which is way more granulation than I need. I had to have it cauterized again today. Sigh. On the plus side, it could mean the Tamoxifen is kicking in and doing its job. Cancer at a standstill in other words. The wound just doesn't register as anything more than a nuisance when you think of it in those terms.
I even ordered a mastectomy swim suit for the summer... I'm never without hope!