I must say, I definitely chose the right place to rest up and heal.  My parents are doting on me: I get meals on trays, pleasant conversation, and whatever I need, whenever I need it.  I even feel (a teeny little bit) guilty for indulging in their care, but I also know that they are delighted to have me “home” for a time, even under these circumstances....

The other day, my friend Joy was walking behind her daughter and my Maren.  The girls were chattering away, as five-year-olds do.  Joy tuned in to hear this snippet of their conversation; it’s Maren describing to her friend what the plan is for the coming week(s): Maren, “My mom is going to the hospital to have surgery.”  Gesturing to her chest,...

We’re back from vacation. And I have a PET scan tomorrow.  (A PET scan is a whole-body scan that detects cancer.) And that’s what you call a jarring jump back to reality.  I’m switching gears.  And yet, not really.  I love my life on vacation, but I also love my everyday regular life.  Cancer appointments have become part of my regular life, and I...

My surgery date is scheduled: August 30th.  Four weeks from today. I am looking forward to the surgery; I scheduled it for the first day Dr. Awesome was willing to operate.  I desire no delay for cancer to get comfortable.  And three weeks between my last chemo (8/8) and surgery is enough time for my body to be strong enough for the operation. I feel fine about the...