life is good. really

I'm sitting in Union Station, readying to head home after my latest treatment in the western suburbs. The 2.5 hour travel time (one way) kinda sucks, but the WiFi at Union Station is free, and a super fast connection.

Sorry if the previous post alarmed anyone. Heck, I'm not sure how many readers are left here. (Except for B.-thanks for reaching out, honey!) Fact is, I was indulging in some single girl fending off Valentine's Day blues when I wrote that.

I'm doing very well. My prognosis is quite good. I've got a lot of support from friends, family, and work.  Under the circumstances, I'm a pretty lucky lady.

The trick is remembering that.

C.

Radiant

I just finished my first week of radiation therapy, treatment for my recently diagnosed salivary gland cancer.

Holy non sequitur, Batman!

What?

I have cancer. I'm undergoing treatment. It's Valentine's Day. I'm in a very different place then I thought I'd be, this time last year, when I was getting ready to move in with my boyfriend, starting to make plans for our wedding, and thinking about when to go off birth control.

Yes, this is so very different than I thought. But
I'm going to be fine. I am fine.

That's how I roll.

C.