Having survived my husband's latest actuarial exam, I am now in that in-between-tests mode of shoving every last bit of life into the days that exist between tests. For a few weeks, we move frantically through life getting reacquainted with our other selves- the selves we know are still there waiting for us when we emerge from the haze of yet another exam. Yes, I am so looking forward to the day when the last exam has passed and this household can get back to the business of learning life lessons in the ways that most others do. Until then, these exams serve as life learning that comes up and kicks you in the butt. But then, it feels like we're going around with a note on our backs that says "kick me", so really what do we expect?!
One thing that has come as a side benefit from all this testing stuff is that the friends that we do have are true friends. Especially over the last couple of years, there have been many reasons to sort of trim back on the people in our lives that just don't belong there any more. These tests have certainly taken up enough time to hack off those who need more than we can give.
One person who I have made sure to spend more time with lately is a woman who is battling mightily with colon cancer. (I wrote about her here.) Even though she is on an every other week chemo regimen, she has chosen to take life by the horns and is filling every day to the brim. So naturally, when my friend asked me to take her shooting, I was thrilled. I do love and respect my second amendment rights and I love sharing that experience with others.
My friend was a little concerned that she might not be able to manage the proper handling of a gun because she has had a type of chemo treatment in the past that left her with some neurological problems in her hands. Luckily, I had been a part of training another person who has similar difficulties. So I felt that I could help my friend learn to handle the gun safely and proficiently. It turns out I didn't have to do much. Sometimes the will to do something overrides any physical limitations. My friend was shooting one of my favorite 9mm Glocks' at 21 feet with beautiful accuracy in no time! She did tire quickly so we ended up going back to a nice little laser guided 22 to end the night. I was just so happy to have helped her fulfill one small item on her special 'to do' list. When she remarked what a 'rush' this had been for her, I have to admit that I was experiencing quite a rush of my own.