Thank you 7

Thanks to Sarah, who not only finds most of the costume that Erin needs for her school play, but alters the skirt as well!

Sarah manages to get the flounce appropriate to a Gilbert & Sullivan operetta.

Thanks to Annie, who continues to save us in the carpool sense and in many other ways, but who also recycles all our moving boxes for her own move into a lovely Victorian in the totally cool Mission district.

Thanks to Elizabeth who brings herself and Erin’s best pal, Margaret, from Brooklyn for the holidays. Elizabeth wraps most of the presents I bought online and then does so many dishes that we go through an entire bottle of dish soap in four days. Project for the New Year: finding a non-human dishwasher that actually works.

Thanks to everyone who comes to our open house on Christmas Eve. It’s great to be starting up that tradition again. It was “small” this year, only 50 or so!

Thanks to all the guests who went upstairs to say hello to my mother, who’s still bedridden with a broken leg. Mom had a very merry Christmas, and said so.

Thanks to my family, who understand that with one income down for the count, this is a necessarily more modest Christmas. It really is true that the holiday is more fun if you’re not racing around trying to acquire more stuff, but it’s truly amazing when a 9-year-old seems to get this.

Thanks to my stepdaughter Maureen who makes a real effort with her rambunctious little sister, 19 years her junior. It pays off: one of the nicest visits ever.

Thanks to Chris, who drives Elizabeth, Margaret and Erin to Yosemite for an adventure yesterday. Imagine heated tents in the valley, in a blizzard. John Muir would be proud. He used to sleep in Yosemite Valley, in the snow, without a tent! Erin would much rather be doing that than dealing with infusion number 4 today.


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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2 Responses to Thank you 7

  1. Michael says:

    So glad Elizabeth and Margaret are there. the girls must be having a blast.

    • leftbreast says:

      Girls are having a blast. Xmas pageant not nearly as detailed as yours, but “cast of thousands,” i.e. show up and we’ll give you a costume. Rehearsal only for the main characters. Also, tell your wonderful Michael that we’re sending back Cavalia etc. with Elizabeth. Sorry that has taken so long to get back to you guys.

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