Thursday - Saturday, April 24, 25, and 26

I'm connecting these days together since they've all had a single focus: opening night, and the subsequent performances, of the Upper School musical, Chicago, in which Lucia is a member of the ensemble. She has been rehearsing for months, balancing late nights with schoolwork and piano practicing, and finally, on Thursday, the show was ready for the world to see.

And it has been spectacular! Lucia has been thrilled with the performances. All those late nights were worthwhile. Mom and Dad came on Friday. One more show tomorrow, and then Chicago is a wrap. She'll miss it.

I'm hanging in there from chemo #6, very very very tired, with some leg pain this time. I feel simultaneously blah and resolute, knowing that, this time, as my symptoms lessen, I won't be facing them again in three short weeks. That's huge. I'm ready to recover from these eighteen weeks of poison. I'm ready to not feel shaky as I type in the morning, to not hate the taste of everything except chocolate, and to have my hair grow back. It'll be a summer of recovery. 

It'll also be a summer of just learning to live with this, gearing up for appointments and scans every few months but otherwise just trying to move forward with positivity and good faith. Surely, there are skills I can learn to do this well. Writing this blog, journaling in general--helpful. It's nice, having gone "Facebook public" with all this, to know there are a few more people rooting for me as I go.