healing my heart, one starry night at a time

On Thursday afternoon I had an upsetting appointment with a specialist at OHSU. I found out I am facing at least one, likely two more surgeries, to correct the ...
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On Thursday afternoon I had an upsetting appointment with a specialist at OHSU. I found out I am facing at least one, likely two more surgeries, to correct the problems left over from my hysterectomy in December. I am heartbroken, I am unsure how to pay for them, and I am incredibly frustrated and angry.

I got home from my appointment and was put in the car by my fiance. We picked up our BFF's girlfriend, and drove hours and hours to Crescent Lake in the Deschutes National Forest.

Other friends had gone in on Wednesday to secure campsites for us all, and we joined them at sunset. We spent Friday boating, tubing, and playing like children in the downright tropical water of the lake. It was warm, blue and green, and irresistible. We played bocce ball, grilled too much food to mention, drank, laughed, swam, boated, even took a side trip to Crater Lake just an hour away. Over the course of my three days in the woods on cell-phone lock-down, I left feeling human again.

I took many photos this weekend of our friends, a large group of us, a slightly crazy group of us, but this was our last night. Around our campsite on the lake, between sunset and moonrise. The fire was roaring, the laughter was echoing across the lake, and I sat on the shore and looked back and saw the trees lit up and knew I needed this image. The people you see there made my heart so, so happy. For three days I was healthy again. And for that I cannot thank my friends enough.
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