Well, I did it!
I managed to write every day of radiation.
Maybe I’m jumping the gun.
There are two more days left.
That’s right. Two. More. Days.
Today was Day 21 and my last day is Wednesday.
I hesitate to say how I am because I feel like it’s the underlying theme in all my posts. Tired. And burned.
But even with that, I’m almost done.
It’s extraordinary to me.
I had my biopsy on December 2nd. Then my doctor called on December 7th to tell me the tumor was malignant. By December 21st, I’d met with my full team of surgeon, oncologist and radiologist at MD Anderson.
In just over one month, February 2nd, they’d cut the stinkin’ tumor out.
Then, this month, 23 radiation visits at 7:30 am from March 1st to March 31st. I finish right before Easter. I’ll be ringing the bell well before our June summer vacation that I planned LAST SUMMER with no idea of what was ahead.
The two hurricanes that would smash the family farm.
Actual COVID hitting everyone in our house but me.
An apocalyptic winter storm.
We had no idea when we clicked “reserve” on a big house on the water in Bar Harbor, Maine what a gift that time away would be. What a celebration of life and God’s mercies.
Two more days.