Six years ago, I was enjoying the trip of a lifetime. Six years ago, I had a double mastectomy, followed by eighteen months of mental fog brought on by that damn shot (the hormone treatment I was given in lieu of traditional chemo).
One year ago, Libby was living her normal life. Kids, husband, house, job. One year ago, Libby had chemo, followed by a double mastectomy, followed by chemo.
Cancer has a way of disrupting plans.
But we are still here.
Libby's cancer came roaring back during the recent holidays, but the brain tumor was operable, and they pulled it out and gave her more good days. She is on chemo (again!) to quash the spot they found in her lungs. No guarantees, of course, but when I last saw her, she had managed to conquer her fear, and is making the best use she can of the days she has. (My fingers are crossed. I am willing her chemo to work again, to chase the demon away - far, far away! Go, Libby!)
Kate's cancer has stayed away, and her brain was finally able to dispel the fog after about eighteen months. She left Minnesota, took the California job which was still waiting for her, got back to work and finished her thesis last month. She defended it last week, almost exactly three years after she first planned the defense. Congratulations, Dr. Kate!!!!!
And my cancer is still bay, near as I can tell. Dreams of resuming my trip are starting to resurface; I've been spending time mulling what they look like now. Another camper van? A different (less expensive) type of camper? Travel overseas? Some combination of the above?
Cancer has a way of sharpening focus.
Detours notwithstanding, we have all found the same silver lining in this disease.
We know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, we are loved.
Good Is.
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