Thank you 6

Thanks to Liz. Quite literally, the renovation wouldn’t have been done in time without her.

Thanks to Pete, who convinced the contractor to come in the Saturday after Thanksgiving to finish up the renovation.

Thanks to Carren from Grace Cathedral, who continues to check on us even though we haven’t been to church in three weeks. We’re hoping to go tomorrow, but I’m feeling pretty ick. Maybe it would be nice to have communion brought over…

Thanks to Steve Muncie, our rector in Brooklyn, who regularly sends me Facebook messages. We do miss Grace Church Brooklyn Heights. I’m going to miss doing the nutty Christmas Pageant coffee hour, but if truth be told, I don’t have the energy to make peanut chocolate toffee and peppermint bark and five kinds of cookies this year.

Thanks to Sarah, Laura, Nancy and Nell who are this year organizing the Brooklyn Dyker Heights lights pilgrimage that I used to organize. (If you’re not familiar with Brooklyn, imagine Tony Soprano decorating for Christmas, again, and again.) I’m so glad that tradition will go forward. Say hi to Rocco at Rocco’s Calamari for me. (Non-Brooklyn-ites, Rocco’s Calamari is an awesome Italian cafeteria, worth a jaunt, also apparently stripped from the tapes of the Sopranos.)

Thanks to Clair, who helps us on moving day. Clair has a ridiculously busy life already, but she comes over and spends a whole day doing things like sweeping the redwood needles off the garage roof, cleaning the windows, managing box traffic control, helping us cram the random bits into the garage. Clair, you’re awesome.

Thanks to Sarah, who flies all the way from Brooklyn to take care of me this week. She has made both Pete and me so very happy to have her here. She has made her wonderful partner, Laura, and her son Nathaniel unhappy because she is here. Thanks to all of them for making this sacrifice. And thanks to God for Sarah’s awesome spaghetti sauce. We all loved it, even my pick-eater kid and my demented mother.

Thanks to my brother Hal who continues to shower us with seafood. This evening, it’s abalone.

Thanks to everyone who sends me infusion day messages. I’ve said it before, but they mean something.


About leftbreast

I have had breast cancer. I was diagnosed at 47, and am now 49. I have finished "active treatment," two surgeries, chemo, radiation, monoclonal antibodies. These days, I only take a drug to suppress my uptake of estrogen, since my tumor was highly reactive to that hormone. I have been married to my husband Pete for 21 years. I have a stepdaughter, Maureen, 30, and a daughter, Erin, 10. I've been a freelance magazine journalist for 20-plus years, covering everything from Chinese foreign policy to Catholic nuns to endangered species. I have had a great life. I have lived in Asia and all over the United States. I have spent nights with tree-sitters in Oregon and with astronomers at the Mauna Kea observatory in Hawaii. I've been to a cocktail party on the poopdeck of a British destroyer docked in Shanghai. I've taken the bus to Tibet, and tramped through the cloud forests of Panama with biologists. A magazine sent me on a raft trip down the Colorado through the Grand Canyon; another sent me to cooking school for a week. I have spent time with celebrities, presidents and heroin dealers. I love my work. I have a loving, supportive family and more friends than I probably deserve. I have had the space and time to camp, ski, cycle, garden, cook and spoil my pets (an Australian shepherd, a German shepherd and a tabby cat). If it all ended tomorrow, I would have to say that it has been a really, really good ride. When I was in thick of treatment, I was simply fighting for more time. Now, I'm trying to connect the experience of cancer with the rest of my life, with the time that's been won. I hope the cancer never comes back, but if it does, I'll be ready. That's what this blog is about.
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1 Response to Thank you 6

  1. This is so heartwarming. It made my day reading this!

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