Friday morning at about 9:05 a.m there was another monumental Cancer Occasion: I am 2/3 of the way through radiation!! 22 down, 11 to go. 4 this week coming up (thanks July 4th, for the 3 day weekend!), 5 the following week and then the final 2. Assuming all goes well with The Machine. And then it’s party time!!! And the party planning committee has been hard at work–sampling wines, food, more wine, some beers, more wine, more food… yeah, they’re a hard-working committee. And they claim they’re doing it all for me. They did manage to come up with the spectacular party logo/invite on display here (and oh yeah, t-shirts will be made! I think my blue-gown ladies need parting gifts!). Credit goes to Mike Easley of Vital Excess who is an awesome designer and photographer–and manages to keep working while the rest of us,um…well, …don’t so much. (If the logo looks red and pink to you, it’s not–that’s my least favorite color combination ever. It’s actually purple and pink, with black outlines–not sure what’s happening with that).
It’s the weekend now, so that means a radiation break. I notice that as Friday approaches each week, I’m definitely ready for the break from radiation. And it’s nice to have a weekend like this. Last night we were in Corona Del Mar with Chris’s family (his uncle was in town, plus Chris’s birthday is Monday, plus Father’s day was last weekend and we were with my dad so Chris’s dad still needed to be honored–and dad’s get honored by picking up a dinner tab for their entire family, right??). Today I managed to sleep in until 9:30. Medical necessity? Sure, I’m going with that. I don’t know where the day went, but there was reading, writing, a few household projects and now Chris is in the kitchen making shrimp scampi (and I believe there is corn on the cob on the grill…ahhh, summer!). Dinner on the patio as the sun goes down. Oh yeah. Tomorrow I’ll head in to the office to finish up moving into the new space and just to get a little work done. In other words, once again, I’m taking time off from cancer. I’m kind of a flake like that–I just refuse to give cancer my full time attention. I’d rather enjoy my weekends.
Don’t you just love summer?