Touch Of Grey

My 35th and final day of radiation is over! I’m done! Seven weeks of daily doses and by the grace of God, I got through it. It could not have ended soon enough and I am just so grateful for all of the people here at the hospital.

Once again, the support from family, friends and the kindness of strangers carried me through it.

Although I’ve been down this road before, seeing my name up on the screen sometimes still hits me as the Electa radiation machine, rotates around my body. I can’t believe it’s my name on the screen..me going through this again. I rarely ever took sick days or went to the doctor. Your whole way of life changes when you go from raising a family and working twelve hour days to daily radiation visits, doctor appointments and testing.

It’s so fitting that the song that I heard during my first radiation treatment this go round while laying on that table was Touch of Grey by The Grateful Dead… I will get by I will survive.

The last song that I heard in treatment was Into the Mystic by Van Morrison. It did get a little emotional when I heard the verse, my Spirit’s going to go into the mystic… really appropriate huh?.

I’m going tonight for my last Reiki certification class. My intention is to continue to grow stronger each and every day so that God willing, I can volunteer to practice Reiki on others. It will feel good to help others just as they have helped me.



Touch of Grey by The Grateful Dead

It must be getting early, clocks are running late
Paint-by-number morning sky looks so phony
Dawn is breaking everywhere, light a candle, curse the glare
Draw the curtains, I don’t care ’cause it’s alright
I will get by
I will get by
I will get by
I will survive
I see you’ve got your list out, say your piece and get out
Guess I get the gist of it, but it’s alright
Sorry that you feel that way, the only thing there is to say
Every silver lining’s got a touch of grey
I will get by
I will get by
I will get by
I will survive
It’s a lesson to me
The Ables and the Bakers and the C’s
The ABC’s we all must face
Try to keep a little grace
It’s a lesson to me
The Deltas and the East and the Freeze
The ABC’s we all think of
And try to wean a little love
I know the rent is in arrears, the dog has not been fed in years
It’s even worse than it appears, but it’s alright
Cow is giving kerosene, kid can’t read at seventeen
The words he knows are all obscene, but it’s alright
I will get by
I will get by
I will get by
I will survive
The shoe is on the hand it fits, there’s really nothing much to it
Whistle through your teeth and spit ’cause it’s alright
Oh well, a touch of grey kinda suits you anyway
And that was all I had to say and it’s alright
I will get by
I will get by
I will get by
I will survive
We will get by
We will get by
We will get by
We will survive

Into The Mystic by Van Morrison

We were borne before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won
As we sailed into the mystic

Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that foghorn blows
I will be coming home
And when the foghorn blows
I want to hear it
I don’t have to fear it and I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows
You know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows
I got to hear it I don’t have to fear it and I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic

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