We’re down in Miami for chemo visit number 3. Everything with Rowan’s cancer looks good–her tumor reduced to the point that she didn’t even require preliminary laser treatment this time. She will lose her eye during our next visit, November 14th.
I can’t say it gets any easier, necessarily, to do this, although we have developed a sense of what to expect–essentially we’re better at coping. Cancer is difficult; you leave pieces of yourself all over the place–in waiting rooms, along the side of the road in traffic jams, in the grocery store while searching for good string cheese. As the disease grows, you fragment. But, luckily, you meet other people who give you replacement parts in the form of kindness and concern. Thanks to all of those people who help us hold it together.
And can you believe the Sox came back from 7-0 in the 7th? Crazy.
