Henri Nouwan says that welcome is "making room for the other." We did not practice Nouwan holy hospitality when Lyn's marrow arrived in my body. We waited two days after transplant --until her T-cells showed themselves and infused mega doses of chemo to beat down her most agressive cells. After the carnage, we hope to let by-gones be by-gones. Can we get along famously, even though I wiped out her front line? Can her marrow trust me?
I'm thinking forgiveness inside my body in this place for me in this time.