Over the Christmas holidays this year I was deep into my chemo rounds and my immunity was shot. White count so low that I couldn't go anywhere without wearing a surgical mask; hemoglobin too low to safely drive; and I missed all of my grandchildren's Christmas programs at school and church; no cookie baking; no gingerbread houses or Polar Express train rides; a lousy pity-party of a Christmas season. And during my time of isolation from my germ-ridden grandchildren, I promised them over the phone that when I was out of treatment, we would have 'Camp Grandma' and they could come and stay with me for a week-long sleep-over.
Fast forward to July, and I am one week past my final radiation treatment. NOW the grandkids are calling in the promises made in my days of lonely isolation!! 'Camp Grandma' is NEXT WEEK, and they've made a big chart of daily activities and field trips. They've planned late-night movies, and for 'Grammy Linda' to be baking all their favorites, and little kids EAT 3 meals a day (!!)......WHAT WAS I THINKING???!!!
The moral of the story is: "Be careful what you long for,... as you just might GET it!!
and the purpose of this post is to share my JOY at being OUT of treatment at LAST after 10 long months of surgery, chemo, and radiation; and to share that joy with those who shared my pain during the long 'winter of my discontent'. I realize that I have a 40% statistical chance that my cancer will come back within the next 2 years. But for now, I am filled with JOY at having this break and at picking up my old life with as much gusto as I can manage. Now let's see if I can manage it!! HA!
