Wednesday, June 18

We ended up staying at the airport until 2:30am last night. The kids were delayed out of JFK, and when they finally arrived in Pittsburgh, there was a problem with the jet bridge, and they were stuck on the plane for almost an hour. We didn't get home until 3:00am. Needless to say, we are all varying degrees of zombie today. But the kids had an amazing trip. I'm very glad they're home. They even brought gifts: magnets for Andrew (which he'd requested) and a flamenco dancer figurine; a hat (my request) and a beautiful pair of pomegranate earrings from the Alhambra gift shop. Delightful.

After working today, we got packed up for New Hampshire. The kids unpacked their suitcases, did their laundry, and then repacked. Andrew loaded the car at 10pm. The pets are on edge, certain we're leaving them; Farrah hid in the attic, under the guest bed, all day. They'll be happy when we load them into the car along with us tomorrow. (Well, Nutmeg won't be very happy since she'll have to travel in a cage.)

I had a video appointment with my doctor/surgeon today to check in and go over the CT scan results; she confirmed that the scan is clear and that everything looks great. She also told us that this period of the cancer journey is often more anxiety-inducing than the actual treatment since it feels like I've just been released into the world. This is accurate, and it's exactly how I felt after both of my pregnancies, after my final follow-up appointment with my OB. Each time, I felt unmoored. But then I moved on. And that's what I'll do eventually here, too, as much as I can. 

And now: to New Hampshire! We'll leave very early tomorrow morning. Both of us have the day off for Juneteenth, so we're seizing the chance to go up a few days earlier than we'd initially planned.