To the Editor:
August 1, 2015 I came home. It was two days after my first chemo treatment. I would have really appreciated it if the moving crew that showed up unexpectedly had just left me lying in my misery.
Several miles to the east of Waukon, we were headed to our “new” older house in the community of Lansing. Although I was weak and overwhelmed, the move seemed like it went well enough with my husband and daughter at the helm. The truth is, as much as I have always loved the town of Lansing, I didn’t even want to be alive at that point, let alone setting up another household.
Then it happened. Lansing’s basketful of welcome started arriving at the door, despite our dachshund tinkling on their shoes. The welcoming has been going on ever since, and the wiener dog has quit tinkling on their shoes.