beautiful blueberries

“On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.”

–Mark Haddon (The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time) 

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In the middle of nowhere amidst the rolling plains of Oklahoma lies a blueberry field. It is a place where the sounds of the city have long been forgotten, and the tranquility of the countryside has taken over. It is a place where you can hear your own thoughts along with the moo's of the cows next door. It is a place where you can eat as many blueberries as your stomach will allow, and it is lovely.

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Picking blueberries alongside my mom on cool summer mornings is something I will always remember. It is a place where time becomes forgotten and all the matters is the simple rivalry of whose basket is more full. 

My mom had  surgery to remove the cancerous tumor in her breast a week and a half ago. She is  doing well and is almost back to her regular self. The doctor said that she could not find any tumor to be taken out and only took out surrounding breast tissue that could have been containing cancerous cells.  You can read her updates here. Though we are not out of the doghouse yet things seem to be looking up. She starts her second round of chemotherapy in three weeks or so and then after chemo its radiation, and then it's over. It is strange to think about things going back to normal. What is normal? Will things ever really be normal again?

I can't tell the future, but what I can do is hope for the best.