Who on earth would anyone go from Houston to Fort Myers via Pittsburgh in the middle of winter? Must be the crazy lady who wanted to go on Southwest (because we had points and they have no change fees) and picked the flight that a) did not require anyone to pick us up too late and b) even if it did require a stop, didn’t have us racing through Atlanta airport. I wasn’t sure I would have the energy for a run the day after chemo. I never checked to see WHERE we were going to make a stop, just that we didn’t have to change planes.
So Sunday was a long travel day but it went just fine. And now we’re home….home to sun and sand and friends and my own bed and sitting on the lanai having breakfast and opening up the house and turning on ceiling fans (and Jerry golfing and working in the yard) and yoga and breakfasts and lunches and dinners with friends and walks on the beach and movies (saw PHILOMENA yesterday…so good)
Extra bonus…My brother, John, was in Florida for a few days and made a trip down here yesterday to sit and gab and go to the doctor’s with me yesterday afternoon for my chemo disconnect.
We’re home until December 18. When we get back we have a proton simulation (to get me ready for radiation) meeting with the oncologist, port checkup, chemo and oh yes, an tutorial for our new Macbook Pro. And after that, if all goes well, we’ll be heading north to Flower Mound to celebrate Christmas with the Littles and Erin, Brent, Sean and Carly.
All’s well. Yesterday was my “low” day…Low energy, low mood. I think it finally hit me that I’m seriously ill. For some reason coming home and finding out that I look different (no, I still have my hair but, because I’ve lost so much weight, my arms look like my mother’s arms and she’s 91!!!) and I feel different (can’t work nonstop without sitting down, can’t even stand around and gab after yoga without sitting down.) I’ve got some weird side effects from the chemo (it HURTS to cry …I found out when Dad and Annette sent a beautiful card…started to cry and stopped because it physically hurt…weird). Anyway, coming home made it all seem real (like someone else was in Houston????) And seeing everyone, while wonderful, is hard. It hurts me to see them hurt especially when I’m doing so well.
Still I am so glad to be here, so glad to see everyone, so glad to be where it’s sunny and warm, so glad to wander around in shorts and a tee shirt. Life is good. And I intend to enjoy every minute of it.