I wake up to a buzzing phone. It’s Gam. And it’s 6:30 a.m.
“Jenny? It’s Gammy! And I’m just calling you to tell you that today is going to be a GOOD day, with the help of the Lord.”
“Oh yeah?” I roll over and squint at the clock. Yep. It’s 6:30.
“Chess! Because you’re going to pray it so, aren’t you?”
“Ok. And we’re OFF! Talk to you tomorrow!”
The cancer (never referred to as such . . . Gam always says “this thing” or “this disease,” or, my favorite, “this silly thing that they say I’ve got” . . . ) is a little unpredictable. It gives her good days where she feels like dancing and going on dates; and bad days where she can’t stay awake for more than a few moments at a time and wonders if “this is it.” I hate those days.
But the Optimism keeps her going. Maybe it keeps me going, too. It’s her extra Ninja Trait, and by far my favorite.
If were a silly thing like cancer, I wouldn’t want to mess with Gam today. It’s going to be a good one.