Tuesday, June 17

My scan was clear!!

The results came in this afternoon, and I went into a quiet hallway at work to read them. I actually thought I might black out from anxiety (scanxiety). But the words were right there: "no evidence of metastatic disease" and "no tumors." Let the summer of recovery begin. Or, as Vinyard Vines called it in a promotional email to Andrew a few weeks ago, "the summer of Margo." They were referring to the name of a dress style (which now hangs in my closet), but I've adopted the theme. 

It was another very busy day of work, which was fine while I needed distraction from test-results dread, but now I'm ready for a break. We leave for New Hampshire on Thursday, and I have never been so excited for the quiet and distance and isolation. I need a reset. I need a gravel road to walk on and a hammock in the woods to read in. I'll work four days while I'm there, two each week, but the rest of the time is mine. 

The kids get back tonight--they've been delayed at JFK. Andrew and I squeezed in a dinner at Tako Torta and later we'll head to the airport. I'm so glad they'll be home soon.