I asked Cole's piano teacher what the date was yesterday when I wrote her a check.
"I don't know." she answered honestly. I put May 1 on the check just in case. It wasn't until I bought tickets to a concert tonight that I realized it was past May 11 (I'm still not sure of the exact date as the concert is on another day). May 11 is my Dad's birthday. I never forget that. I just forget when it's actually May 11. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DA! I'm sorry I didn't call.
As long as I'm apologizing for missed birthdays, my youngest sister turned 30 on May 3. I marked the day and emailed but could not find her Aussie mobile number... So HAPPY BIRTDAY JULES!... Your present is almost on it's way! It's on the counter next to the back door waiting to be mailed... At least it's wrapped!!
I could go on but it's embaressing to go back beyond May. Let's stop there.
I haven't written a word, beyond my blog, this week. I am organizing an outdoor production of A Midsummer Night's Dream and casting and scheduling and putting costumes together. There's also a feast involved with 150 people and a roasted pig. It's on June 6. I hope everyone is coming!
Week 2 from chemo seems worlds away from cancer. In 4 days I turn back into cancer patient and until then I am a torpedo of energy, attempting to cram everything in. People tell me to slow down and take care. But why? So I can wax poetic on my port infusions and night sweats? I like to move and dance and feel alive when I can and do and am.
George's good friend's father died 2 years ago.
"It was cancer, " George told me yesterday. I knew this but I didn't realize George did.
"It was a different type of cancer than I have," I said almost defensively. George nodded his head before I finished.
"I know that," he said confidently as if I was his younger sibling. "You have the kind of cancer that doesn't make you die."
I was silent, trying to navigate these unchartered waters. The experts we've seen have told us to let the kids' questions dictate the conversation. He was telling me how it was and not asking me. And besides... I am not dying of cancer right now.
"I am lucky that there are surguries I can do and medicine that I can take. Some people are not so lucky."
"yeah. Like [ ]'s dad."
"Yeah."
George ran upstairs to put on his knight costume. And I found a seat. I am a much better actress than I ever gave myself credit for, I thought. My voice hadn't cracked and my knees didn't knock. Maybe I should cast myself in a Shakespeare role! Upon reflection, I'd rather spend my evening at the dessert table (I organized the desserts. I know how good they are going to be)!
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