As of yesterday I am through round four of chemo and doing fine. The routine has become routine, if you know what I mean.
My bruises from my fall into the rocks are just about healed and I can use my right hand again, hurray. Honestly, that was not fun.
This is the weekend of my 40th high school reunion (!), but between chemo yesterday afternoon and going to visit Max in Fort Collins tomorrow I didn’t make it to any of the events. I would have gone this evening but there are no plans; instead there was a plan to walk or ride a float in the annual Western Welcome Week parade through downtown Littleton, Colorado. I woke up about the time people were gathering to start, and it’s an hour and a half away, so so much for that. Tomorrow they’re golfing.
I’ve only made it to one reunion, our 20th, because I’ve lived out of town or out of the country for the others. I was seven months pregnant with Sarah at the 20th, so I didn’t have to worry about looking thin or anything, haha. She would have been my date this weekend as Charles is in South Africa, and that would have been fun.
Honestly, high school was kind of a mixed bag for me, and I didn’t feel a very strong pull to attend. I’ve only kept in close touch with a couple of people over the years, again because of all that moving, and I’m having breakfast with one of them on Wednesday. The other lives in Tennessee (hi, Fred) and we keep in regular touch. The other people I really loved from those days weren’t planning to attend, or I would have been there in a minute.
I was not one of the ‘popular’ girls in school — the cheerleaders, the ones organizing dances or excelling at tennis or dating the quarterback. I sang in the choir, got good grades, hung out with my friends, drank beer on weekends, etc. For a while yesterday, back in the mindset of a high schooler, I was thinking how nice it would be to show up to the reunion and show people that I’d done well in so many ways — that I married a lovely guy, had wonderful children, had a great career, and am really happy despite being ill at the moment, that I’m even thin! (Thanks to cancer, but still!)
And then I realized that knowing this myself is enough. It doesn’t matter who else knows, especially people I wasn’t close to anyway. I think being content is such a gift.
Thanks for being one of the people I’m close to now.