I still have some catching up to do, and I better start with April. Although I kept quiet about it this year, it is worth noting that I was diagnosed with lung cancer in April of 2005. That was more than eight years ago. Or, another way of looking at it; I am into my ninth year of surviving.
Also, Mr. Peter Duff turned sixteen on April 20th—yet another important milestone. He is enrolled in a driver’s education class and should have his license within a month or two. And…he attended his first prom. I was in Austin, but got to serve as wardrobe advisor prior to my departure. That’s my Uncle Roger’s white jacket that Peter is wearing, and I have to say, the kid looks mighty fine (as do his lovely companions).
I’ve also had some fun dates with friends. Last week I spent twenty-four hours with Melinda, her daughter Lizzy (who is home for three weeks after completing her first year of law school) and Melinda’s sister-in-law Stephanie. Strolling, shopping and lunch followed by a nap, movie, tapas and a sleepover. Perfect!
And then, several days ago I joined my buddy Julia in Boston. After a yummy dinner made by her boyfriend Keith (barbecued chicken, asparagus and macaroni salad), Julia and I attended a Boston Ballet performance of Coppelia. It was pure confection; an all around delight. Too tired to drive back to New Hampshire, I crashed on Julia’s guest bed. As a child I seldom slept over at friend’s houses, but now that I’m an adult, it is one of my favorite things to do.
Over the weekend it was Peter’s turn to be sociable, as we hosted dinner and a sleepover for a few of his friends. Well, you know you’re getting old when you fail to get a real head count. Four of his guests left after dinner; the following morning I counted thirteen pairs of unfamiliar shoes in the front hall.
Normally I would be having chemo in two days, but it has been pushed back a week so that I can travel to Utah tomorrow for my stepfather’s eightieth birthday celebration. Busy, busy, busy!