Summer...Glorious Summer!!!

I have walked with a friend in The City, 

 Hiked in a local preserve,

and saw lots of Banana Slugs....note my sunglasses for scale.

I have gone to 7 a.m. yoga, tried out a boot camp type class on the pool deck complete with tractor tires to flip over, push ups and sprinting and all kinds of torture in 10 centers over the course of an hour. I can now touch the top of my feet when I am warmed up....the goal at the end of summer is to touch my toes....I am one of the most inflexible persons in the world!

I have sewn, embroidered and played around in my sewing room, I have sold things on craiglist and ebay...I have avoided cooking, have been getting my dog fix by dog sitting this cutie...

who has stolen the hamburger buns off the counter and devoured them...but he has been forgiven and he now cannot be left in the kitchen unattended.....Goldens always behave like they are starving!

Soon we head out on the road trip we had planned for last summer...the summer spent in the hospital, with little sleep and worried that The Captain would not recover and taking years off my life. But in comparison, this summer we are beyond excited to be going on our trip...and I have had time for myself...and us.

Yes...school looms on the horizon, but first- v.a.c.a.t.i.o.n!!

*LIVESTRONG*LOVESTRONGER*LAUGH HARDER*ROAD TRIP*

Week 3- The Gutt Punch

Every August 27th I am reminded of dx day....as cancer mom's know, the day of diagnosis that changed your life forever. Kids should not get cancer....over the years the day causes less anxiety and I come closer to forgetting the puch in the gut I got when the asshole doctor told me  "it's cancer. It's in her bone (pointing to his hip,) in her blood, (and the kicker,) there are spots on her lungs."

Just like that, point blank, in the E.R. Then he said, "we will be admitting her to Lucile Packard. You can call your husband now."

Over the years this hurts less and I bounce well so a little ill feeling and I get on with the day.

I had no idea July 2 would kick my ass the way it did. I re-read text messages. Re-lived the hours The Captain was in surgery. Re-lived the phone calls and what the doctors told me prior to surgery.

Dr. Harmon- who I DID NOT LIKE then, came up to me- stanidng a good 3" shorter than me, looked into my eyes from about 10" away and said, "We know what it is, it's what John Ridder had- AND HE DIED>"

Dr. Castro was cool....walked up, smiled, said what he was going in to do and I looked at him and said, "Save my husband." He said, "Okay," and turned and walked to O.R.

I have come to like Dr. Harmon. I recently told Dr. Castro what Dr. Harmon said and he shook his head and said, "He's not supposed to say that." 

So it has been a year. I cannot believe what I lived through, let alone what The Captain lived through. Our lives have changed and there's no going back. I think back to the morning of July 2. We woke up early. talked in bed. We walked up to the curb and I kissed him good bye and I ran to meet my friend to walk a few miles before I taught camp.