White Out
It snowed here overnight and most of the morning. While I hate being cold, I love snow. Hey, if it’s gotta be freezing, it might as well be pretty. (See, there I go, form over function again.) It felt cathartic, restorative, like wiping last week’s (uuuuugly) slate clean. No more self-recrimination, just quiet and softness.
Spent the morning going to Boston for brunch with my three favorite guys. (Culinary luxury is always a good mood-booster.) Watched the snow blowing up Boylston Street and stuffed myself with eggs benedict and too many carbs. But no guilt. Got the kids set up with some wholesome on-line activities and retired to My Office for a nap while Mr. Wonderful wrapped up the Christmas shopping. Coasted through dinner and took the dog for a walk in the winter wonderland.
Yes, the house still needs vacuuming. Yes, I still need to finish the Christmas cards (cranked out about thirty yesterday) and get more stamps. Yes, I still need to wrap everything. But NO, the self-flagellation for my supposed shortcomings has not continued. I thank the snow.
I'm a two-and-a-half time ovarian cancer survivor who is not only determined to make it to sixty but also to look damn good while getting there. My two boys, husband, and dog are counting on me to get out of bed every day, so I might as well wear something cute and make each one COUNT. I'd love to hear from you about your odyssey - sharing makes it all easier to take. And laugh at.
The Carcinista 
EntertainingMom said,
January 8, 2010 at 4:23 PM
over here from Social Climbers… So very glad you are in recovery. So glad that people are surviving this. My SIL was dx’d 6 years ago. She fought, fought hard and beat her 15% chance of making it to year 5. Unfortunately she is now declining greatly. Her liver is covered by the cancer … Currently at SKM she is fighting just to be able to go home one last time. Hospice won’t allow her to bring her iv home if they are to treat her. They consider it as “treatment.” If we knew then what we know now she might not be struggling to say goodbye to her 6 year old. I have her story on my blog. I figure if I can get the word out, then people will start talking amongst their friends. Knowledge is power.
Best of luck with everything!
Jessica