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Show 303 Patches of Daffodils It is fair to say that I sometimes divide my life in two - before disease and with disease. Before disease was riding horses into the Oregon mountains, wading through shallow creek beds, and galloping down dirt logging roads past happy patches of wild daffodils. Before disease was riding a bike through the Netherlands, dotted with working windmills. Before disease was cracking red Easter eggs in Greece. Before disease was finding Hy, a true spiritual brother ofthe Hobbits. < Before disease was bearing our first two children. I am sad that the last two children have not ever seen my before-disease life. With disease is laying on cold metal tables. With disease is long sleepless nights away from my family, looking Eternity squarely in the eyes. With disease is pills filling my days, medicating my body, instead of children's laughter medicating my tattered soul. Dr. Chappie has put me on yet another medication. Hy parked the car and ran into the pharmacy on our way home from the hospital, waving the discharge prescriptions towards the pharmacist like some maligned foreign flag. The pharmacist knows Hy by sight and me by a medication roll-call. I am holding up the small yellow pill, rolling it in my fingers trying to sense its promise. Dr Chappie is hoping that this medication will stop my sleepless nights - or maybe it's that other |