I've been saying to friends, I feel as though I am "nesting." I wonder if there is a word that describes the frenzied, rushed, feeling of trying to pack a summer's worth of living into a couple of weeks, as you prepare to do aggressive chemo?
July 7th has been scheduled as my first day of chemo treatment. Dr. Panwalkar is on vacation, so I will see a nurse practitioner early that morning. Then infusion is scheduled right afterwards. I will be having a "loading dose," which is a larger than normal dose of the first two drugs. They will watch over me carefully, for any reaction that might occur. I will be there all. day. long. Then...
I'm so not there yet. Not ready. Not wanting to face the reality that is about to crash through our tiny existence.
So I plunged into denial- long and hard- over and over again these past few days.
I've loved all those who have plunged in, right along with me.
We gathered a bunch of our hockey moms and went out to The Tavern, and had homemade pizza, and drinks last week. I even indulged in a raspberry drink that was fruity without being overly sweet. But I enjoyed every drop of it.
I took mom's peonies out to the cemetery and visited with all of our family, leaving a trail of soft and feathery petals wherever I went.
I've had lots of visitors, coffee dates and lunches.
I was in a documentary (!)... and that's all I can say about that for now.
I have friends coming for a special girls weekend starting today.
And we have a last minute gift of adventure arriving for next week that I can't wait to share with you all.
My desk is littered with prescriptions...
my cranial prosthesis script arrived.
Can you piece that one together?
I'll leave the answer down in my comments.
In the meantime, I'm off once again, plunging deep into living life.
Live your moments, friends, live them full!