Now I'll just wait to regain my strength....and if all goes well, I'll be getting on a plane to Aruba three weeks from tomorrow. My doctor authorized Covid tests for me before/after the trip and they'll even check my white blood cell count a few days before I go to see if I need a boost. They are doing whatever they can in support of this trip, knowing how important it is to me. It truly is the light at the end of the tunnel...and will be the best way to take my mind off things during the six week waiting period to find out the final results of the chemo's effectiveness. I already have a Petscan scheduled a few days after I return home.
I've tried to describe this experience the best I can, but words don't really do it justice. I feel like a wobbly rock climber reaching for solid ground but finding that most handholds and footholds that I thought would be steady are themselves wobbly during this crazy time. Making it hard to trust anything. Like, that this could actually be coming to an end. Or that I could truly be swimming in the Caribbean Sea with Han in a few weeks.
On the other hand, it has made the things I can count on to solidly be there feel extra precious: which is namely the love and support of my mom, Han, Zack, Aidan, Eli, and Isabel...and so many of you reading this.
Thank you so much for being a part of my support team and contributing ground during such a groundless time...with your caring energy, thoughts, prayers, messages, cards, calls, groceries, meals, gifts, flowers, offers of help...and your steady reminders that I'm not alone in this. I will never forget it! ❤️
