Cancer and commitment

The garden post that I just put up is not complete. I just realized that as I went out to the garage to smoke my pipe.

Our old pickup is filled to the brim with all manner of sticks, cuttings, stalks, and such that Joan (JKK) pulled from the garden and loaded into the pickup for an eventual trip to the compost pile at the dump. She did all of that without complaint or help from me or anyone else.

Joan’s commitment to her garden is not to be believed. Her labor is like that of a farm worker. All by hand. Stoop labor. She orders compost by the yard, has it dumped on our driveway and lugs it back to the garden with a 30-year old wheelbarrow. Then she spreads it shovel by shovel to enrich the soil that will produce her flowers.

Less than two years ago, cancer attacked Joan. It was colon/rectal cancer. The cure was chemotherapy and radiation of every organ below her pelvis. Both occurred at the same time. The skin on her abdomen turned red, burned and blistered. Internally, the radiation fried most of what it touched. Thankfully, and just several days ago, the doctors announced that the very nasty burn spot in her bowels had finally healed.

And still she gardens, filling up an old pickup all by herself and by hand. JKK is one tough old broad. Cancer and commitment.

RGK

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