I haven't posted much here, and I suppose that is as much because of my own laziness and remarkable ability to procrastinate as much as it is because we all appear to be in a kind of stasis. Jon ended his radiation treatments not long ago, so for now he does not have the daily trip to and from Nashville to contend with. This is a particularly good thing to happen right now, as half of the Nashville area is underwater, the Cumberland river and all it's tributaries overflowing with the torrential rains that came over the weekend. Everyone I know is well and has suffered no major catastrophes because of the floods or storms, though my sister's husband, who is a police officer for an area just north of Nashville, has been working heavy overtime dealing with the floods.
Jon said recently that he will be using the time off of radiation to try and get some of his strength back. He lost over thirty pounds and found himself getting weaker, whether from inactivity or from the treatments, I'm not sure. One weekend, he got a bunch of his brothers from the motorcycle club to come and help out with the yard work, and there was something about that I found particularly moving. I have always shunned groups. I'm not a joiner and don't do well among more than a few people, so I have avoided joining any local quilt groups or guilds, or any other kind of organization that might bring a sense of fellowship and belonging.
I hope that someday I'll know what that's like, having my own group to belong to. In the meantime, I'm grateful my brother has that. The club has organized a benefit for him and another member who was injured in an accident. I wish I could be there to see all those tattooed guys on Harleys telling my big brother how much they love him.