Today is the beginning of my healing. My first chemotherapy session. I admit that I am anxious about all that I don't know: results of tests, the procedure, my physical reaction to chemo and all the days following. Fascinating that I begin this journey as the Christian community begins holy week. 22 weeks ago I began to look toward the future and imagined that by Easter, we would be vaccinated and spring will have burst out with proclamation of new life, and we would begin some semblance of "normal". I kept reminding friends how many weeks until Easter as the calendar pages were being turned. I did not expect this turn of events. But I am fortunate and blessed, surrounded by prayer partners. When I told my Kurdish neighbor Sabrina that I had a different kind of cancer and needed her prayers, she stopped our conversation, covered her hair with her black lace scarf, lifted both hands with palms to the sky and began to pray. It was a holy moment. My healing has begun as the tulips bloom in the backyard of the Hideaway on Holy Monday.