It’s been five months since chemo ended, and I don’t miss it one bit.
Since chemo ended:
I haven’t had to change a single diaper, because our youngest quit using them. Not missing them either.
Our son lost his first tooth. And then his second.
We planted our gardens, volunteered in the school garden, and harvested the first greens of spring.
I’ve traveled with the kids, the family, my best friend, and by myself.
I started rock climbing.
I made books from the hundred postcards my grandmother wrote me, and a book of favorite recipes for Kathy.
As for recipes, I learned to make biscotti. Thanks go to Andrea for the inspiration.
We put up a zip line. It’s really fun!
I learned to play Minecraft.
I realized I don’t need to play Minecraft.
The piano tuner came; it took some oddly large amount of energy to find a piano tuner and schedule a visit. The piano was half a pitch off.
Speaking of scheduling, now that there’s hair to cut, I scheduled a haircut for the first time in nearly a year.
It turns out that crappy things happen. What matters most is what you do next. Choosing to move forward, to smile, and to enjoy every minute of life I possibly can is what I want to do next, every day.