Wow. I haven’t done a “What is NOT Cancer” post since just before New Year’s. The end of chemo and a second surgery took more out of me than I realized. Too, too much has been all about cancer. But it’s spring now, and, bit by bit, I am starting to feel more like myself. So here are some not-cancer things:
Enjoying a delicious day in early February. California always serves up a few winter teasers: temperatures in the 70s, sparkling skies. Perfect for a hike and a picnic on the coast with kid and dog. Perfect for playing tourist on the Marin Headlands above the Golden Gate.
Making blue marshmallows for my daughter to take to her class for her birthday celebration. It takes four tries and makes a stunning mess, but we get it done. How is it that she’s 10 already?
Taking a shower and realizing that I need to SHAVE my legs! There’s a “witchy hair” on my chin that needs to be tweezed. If you’d told me a year ago that these things would be cause for celebration…
Watching my daughter and a classmate cavort with boogie boards on Stinson Beach. Can surfing be far behind?
Starting to garden again. Weeding the front yard. Marveling at the tenacity of dandelions and crabgrass. Moving silver nettles and ferns around in the back. Waiting for creeping thyme seeds to sprout and mail order plants to arrive.
Hiking to the top of the ridge at Ring Mountain for the first time since early December. Enjoying the wildflowers along the trail:
Losing the cat. Realizing family is hysterical and, though they won’t say so, reproving about my feeling that the “cat needs to be free” even though he won’t wear a collar. Blanketing nabe with 120 flyers during a downpour. Checking with Animal Control and seven vets. Welcoming cat home with open arms. Finding out he ALREADY has an implanted chip. Registering chip. Insisting cat wear collar and tag.
Getting a haircut for the first time in five months, and highlights for the first time in seven months. Two days later, a Breast Care Center intern told me I looked great and asked if I’d lost weight. Alas, no. But obviously, a new haircut spins its own magic!