My Girls!

Just got off the long bus ride from Houston to San Antonio, but I can't climb in bed without visiting my sisters here to tell them a little bedtime story of a girl who was diagnosed with  Stage IVB, Grade 2 Endometrioid Endometrial Adenocarcinoma in the Spring of last year.  She had a robotic hysterectomy with which she was very lucky and didn't have pain, and then chemo, which landed her in the emergency room with some funny heart pitter patter, and then more chemo that was a little easier;  and then the girl decided that radiation was not for her.....well not yet, anyway.  So she said goodbye to her chemo nurse, promised to visit her surgeon for an exam every twelve weeks, and went off to live her life.  She boarded a cruise ship to Alaska to celebrate finishing chemo, and on the very first day at sea, the girl and her newly discovered osteoporosis fell down the stairs on the ship and broke all of her right leg and ankle bones.  That chapter of the story was pretty hard to read, because the girl didn't get to see Alaska except for the ambulance, the  hospital and the ferry to the airport.  She came home and had to have another surgery to put her humpty dumpty bones together again, and that was just in time to go up to MD Anderson to have her one-year scan since she finished chemo at pumpkin season last year.  So she hopped in her wheelchair and then onto the bus, and then onto the uber, and soon she was in the land of the white coats, where a very kind Doctor said, "Oh, Wendy!  I have some very lovely words for you on this paper.  Would you like to hear them?  Do you know someone named NED?  I think he'd like to dance with you."  And so for today, girls, NED and I will dance.  And we'll have nice dreams and we'll honor those who have danced before us and those who will dance after us.  And this girl will sleep happily just for tonight, because today is all any of us are promised, and today we won't think about the odds. We'll think about the joy.