Easter Sunday? Last thing I remember it was February 18 and I went off for a bike ride… time flies with a broken clavicle.

Annie and I were trying to think if we have ever been in town on Easter. We told Zed about Easter egg hunts and he had no idea what we are talking about, so I’m thinking this is a first for him. Great party with lots of friends and kids scouring the ground for colorful versions of what we force feed them for breakfast every morning. It really is all about packaging.

I had arranged with my friend Craig to meet after our party for the third healing session he wanted to do on me. It was, once again, remarkable.

Similar to last time, hand closure was very simple and painless. My right arm easily moved straight up in parallel with my left arm. 30 minutes earlier I could scarcely get my elbow to the level of my chin. I cannot explain it, he doesn’t try to explain it, but it is very intense. There is no box in my brain where it all can fit neatly. At best, I feel like I’m cramming the experience in, holding it down with my knee and rolling some packaging tape over the top so none of the good feelings fall out.

It’s night time now and my hand is still moving freely, but I do worry that in the morning it will be stiff, swollen, as it has been after the last few experiences. I don’t know what makes it work, so it reasons that I have no clue on why it doesn’t stick. I do enjoy the limber, fluid, graceful hours.

I haven’t shot a “before” video because I never really feel like saying, “Annie, get the camera… I can’t move my hand or arm and I’d like to capture the moment”. But, as has become the tradition with the last few entries, here is a short “after” video.

I am scheduled for preop surgery tomorrow morning. I’ll meet with Dr. Soto and he’ll explain the whole procedure and we will have one more chance to look at x-rays. Craig was told that he had to pray for me three times — I’m really glad we got all three in before this meeting. If something is going to help, I really want to make sure I give it a chance.

The thought of having two new holes poked into me, and the following week of beginning the healing process all over again, has me pretty close to broken down. At the Easter party today, it was tough to keep it light and fun… so I pretty much just shut up and watched. How different a healthy version of Barry would have been a today’s party with a couple dozen kids, a trampoline, hula hoops, and whatever crazy toys I would’ve added to the mix. I’m going to need a new batch of optimism before long. Got to go check eBay.

Stay safe, everyone…