ahhh, the joys of therapy. massage therapy. art therapy. analytic therapy. chemotherapy.
say what?
strike that last one from the record. today we are done!!! blow the whistle! ring the bell! sing praise! the final, and i do mean FINAL, chemo treatment is over. tension builds all week leading up to today's big event - jane and i cannibalizing each other and anyone in our path (frayed nerves) ... anxiety, no hope, despair, fatigue. and it all lifts today as we stare (not glumly) into the macbook's shiny face, watching ratatouille serenely (fantastique indeed). drip, drip, drip go the liquids, coursing through veins, and we just smile, even stopping to smell the roses and catch an episode of the partridge family after the movie!
we are totally transformed by the oft-elusive 'closure' brought on by this event. jane has been reluctant to do follow-up surgery sooner rather than later, despite being given the all clear, and we quarrel about this (few days ago). today she's fine with it - almost unable to think about 'the next step' until this one draws to a close, which it has. everything is back on track, and we skip through our grande luxe salads, make our way home, and are energized. the kids appear, as does vivi with an incredible dinner, iraqi style, which we enjoy with much appreciation and an exalted appetite!!! i have work in the afternoon, jane hangs out, andi at art, jared and marlee slurping 7-11 slushies and doing the teenage thing.
we all enjoy the shabbat dinner festivities, together in the dining room to mark the occasion. thankful for the passage of time, for the support and encouragement we've received, for jane's quite excellent prognosis for a long and happy future, and for another weight lifted on the odyssey.
say what?
strike that last one from the record. today we are done!!! blow the whistle! ring the bell! sing praise! the final, and i do mean FINAL, chemo treatment is over. tension builds all week leading up to today's big event - jane and i cannibalizing each other and anyone in our path (frayed nerves) ... anxiety, no hope, despair, fatigue. and it all lifts today as we stare (not glumly) into the macbook's shiny face, watching ratatouille serenely (fantastique indeed). drip, drip, drip go the liquids, coursing through veins, and we just smile, even stopping to smell the roses and catch an episode of the partridge family after the movie!
we are totally transformed by the oft-elusive 'closure' brought on by this event. jane has been reluctant to do follow-up surgery sooner rather than later, despite being given the all clear, and we quarrel about this (few days ago). today she's fine with it - almost unable to think about 'the next step' until this one draws to a close, which it has. everything is back on track, and we skip through our grande luxe salads, make our way home, and are energized. the kids appear, as does vivi with an incredible dinner, iraqi style, which we enjoy with much appreciation and an exalted appetite!!! i have work in the afternoon, jane hangs out, andi at art, jared and marlee slurping 7-11 slushies and doing the teenage thing.
we all enjoy the shabbat dinner festivities, together in the dining room to mark the occasion. thankful for the passage of time, for the support and encouragement we've received, for jane's quite excellent prognosis for a long and happy future, and for another weight lifted on the odyssey.
shabbat shalom, indeed!
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