Thanks to the large, but unspecified, group of friends who pool money to send us a bagels and lox care package from Russ and Daughters, perhaps THE premier smoked fish/pickle/bagel emporium in New York City. Thanks to Sarah, who orchestrates this delicious gesture.
Thanks to Jay and Catherine, who send a hilarious book, Cancer Vixen, a graphic memoir by a New Yorker cartoonist who is a breast cancer survivor. Thanks, also, for the more serious book about being a parent with cancer, and helping kids to cope.
Thanks to Sarah, Elizabeth and Simon for the lovely little print. We’re having it framed and it will make us smile when things get icky in the coming months.
Thanks to Clair, who continues to pull us kicking and screaming through the renovation process. Who knew that you can now pick up giant paint chips to hang on the wall rather than bother with little sample cans and brushes and paint thinner and all that mess?
Thanks to Mikiko and Marshall and to Drs. Rugo and Hwang for helping me to find a primary care physician, a dentist and a gynecologist. I am surrounded by doctors these days, but not the day-to-day sort of doctors.
Thanks to my roofing contractor brother Hal who fixes a hole in the deck over the floor where we hope to be living in a couple weeks. Thanks especially for finishing just before the rains begin in earnest this weekend. It’s not true that it never rains in California, only that it doesn’t rain between April-May and October-November.
Thanks also to Hal, and to his wife Lili, for taking daughter Erin for a sleepover, movie, junk-food marathon and Boo-the-Rottweiler worship session. She needed the break. We needed the break.
Thanks to Laurie, another member of Bay Area Young Survivors, who bumps into me and Pete in the hall after my Chemo Teach appointment. Thanks, Laurie, for being so up and looking so great in your Go Giants! gear with only one chemo infusion to go. You give me courage. But even more important, you give my husband Pete courage. Pete’s mental image of chemo is his mother, 30 years ago, when things were different.
And this just in: Thanks to Brooklyn pal Leslie who sent us a check to help me kick the Puritan, clean-o-holic nonsense out of my head so that we can hire maid while I’m too tired to endlessly vacuum pet hair and indulge in alphabetizing spices and preparing overly elaborate dinner parties. And thanks also to more Brooklyn pals Sarah and Laura, Elizabeth, Ruth Ann and Kevin, Theresa, Sarah and Elizabeth for sending MORE funds so that we can continue to afford a chemo maid. We might get used to that again. Haven’t had a housekeeper since we left Monterey 10 years ago. Thanks also for the Brooklyn sugarless gum. Erin snarfed it down in about five minutes.
Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks, guys.