thursday october 11th was my 2nd chemo.
eric took the day off to come with me. i really wasn't looking forward to the 2nd chemo. i'd heard people say the 2nd is the worst because you already know what you're up against. and it was definitely different to know where to do, to know the set up, to recognize the nurses...but also to know what they were going to put in me and how i was going to feel...not so cool. but it was nice to have eric there.
after all of the injections we left to go pick up eric's mom, sandy, at the airport. she had planned to come stay with us for 6 days of "chemo camp." we had all this stuff planned - learning how to use the sewing machine, starting cool projects, etc. and in the end, we didn't do any of them! i don't even know how it happened. somehow we stayed busy. (i think kitty, the red sox, and football were probably the culprits.)
but the sweetest thing during sandy's visit was on monday she took me to get my very first facial at this fancy spa in cherry creek. it was 90 minutes of heaven. the woman who did the facial was so sweet. she came into the room and said she was so glad we met. her mother had breast cancer 5 years ago and her friend was diagnosed 8 months ago...she was very excited to be helping me through chemo. (it didn't hurt that she thought i was 27.)
so i lay on a comfortable massage-like table for 90 minutes while she massaged my face, my shoulders, my neck, my arms, my feet. beautifully smelling oils, calming hot towels. it was beautiful.
and the next day sandy left! i had thought 6 days would be enough time...but it turns out we didn't have any time to do all the things we'd planned for chemo camp. :(
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
-Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi 1207-1273, written in 1230
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