Chemo Session #15: Next-to-last time/Collecting the Silver Linings

Today's infusion was as easy as ever.  As I sat and pondered the last several months of treatments, I felt almost sad that they are coming to an end.  Almost!  The wonderful people, the comfortable chairs, the cozy atmosphere...I truly will miss Texas Oncology.  (I can remedy that by volunteering some time to help provide aid to others, so I'm shedding no tears.)  And I'm already planning out my final session outfit to ring the bell in, the first and final time, to celebrate the end of chemotherapy and ultimately, in conquering cancer.  Mom and Brian will be present, along with a few friends for the 2-minute party, and even lovely Marisol, the amazing scheduler for Dr. Patt, said she wants to come out of her cubical to witness the moment.  Just two more weeks!

An ironic reunion occurred today while in treatment.  A woman I knew from my days at BodyBusiness, one whom when she was 57 y.o, decided she wanted to give triathlon a go, took the course I taught back then to help learn proper swimming-, cycling-, running-, transition techniques and training/race nutrition and went on to compete in a few sprint distance races.  Fast forward to end of this summer (decades later) and just after a month-long trip of a lifetime to Scotland, my fierce friend learned she has lung cancer.  When I spied her across the way in the bay, I was tickled to see her, looking much the same albeit naturally older, but saddened the reason we were meeting was not for recreational sport, but for life prolongment.  We had a ball catching up however and made plans to stay in touch, corroborating on a future trip for the bucket list: Iceland.  It's good to have fun dangling carrots for which to look forward to and plan for, even if one never actually goes on the trip.  

That was today's best silver lining and as I write this I'm still feeling well, upright and about to go have mocktail happy hour on the porch of the big house (where Mom is staying in the smaller, back guest house) with homeowner and proprietor, Mark.  The sun has come out and it is 74 degrees outside.  What a lovely springtime in Austin we currently are receiving.  I hope wherever you are reading this from you're happy in your heart, peaceful in your mind and comfortable in your body.






 

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  1. AnonymousMarch 22, 2023 at 1:13 PM

    So beautiful Moe! So happy for you you are almost done with chemo - it’s a rough ride! Love you so much - Michelle Z

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