Apr 12, 2011 - 7:29 am
Well, tomorrow I leave for a four day cruise to the Bahamas. I haven't been on a vacation in two years. Every sick day, vacation day I have had has gone to caregiving for my mom first,then her funeral, then my husbands illness, then his funeral and the paperwork afterward.
I vacilate between feeling super excited and then a little guilty. I've had a blast getting some new clothes and things for the trip. But last night as I was figuring out what to pack, I wished that Mike was here so I could do the fashion show thing..."What do you think of this dress? These shoes or those shoes?" My two most supportive girlfriends are going with me. We got an insanely good price. They'll be about 200 other people in recovery going as well, meetings in the morning and the evening, and on the last day of the cruise I'll celebrate having 9 years clean and sober. I know I'll have a good time, and I know Mike would want me to enjoy myself. I just wish he could be here to enjoy it with me.
I HATE that cancer has changed my life like this!