With Justine on the Late-Owl Kindergarten schedule, I can’t get up to Vernon until a little later. Thursdays are the new off-day with no dialysis at all, so its nice to spend as much time as possible there, making sure he gets out in the sun, observing his reaction to the mat and medication, mostly seeing if he’s comfortable.  I had Mike go up earlier with his PEMF mat, so he wouldn’t have to wait for me to start the day. He’s a busy guy too, treating other patients with serious ailments of their own. I’m so thankful that Mike is able to drive all the way from Dana Point to see him.  He always brings his own brand of Big Love and Vernon responds to him very well, discussing how he can feel the frequency in his body, talking quantum physics, as you do…

Eventually, I took him outside and read some more from the Peter Pan book that Susan left in his bag yesterday. I found this particular entry quite interesting:

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I see Vernon is in good company with his name-forgetting. Maybe I am Wendy after all, just like another friend commented yesterday.  I seem to remember her getting very good at waiting for Peter, as well. I’d forgotten she’d been forgotten.

“You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.”

(Tinkerbell in Hook)

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