Touching care

You see the same faces in the radiation waiting room, swapping diagnoses and life stories and cheering for the ones that had their last treatment in a very American comradery and support.

There are a few chairs, a table with the monitor for treatment delays and a coffee table in the corner that has a small wire stand.  

On that wire stand there are origami birds or crocheted pink bells, and today one of the women, who had her last treatment brought handmade bracelets. These are for anyone to take to give you some encouragement, or hope ... you can take any one you like or pick the number of how many treatments you had today. I got my #8 (most of them go up to 15, which is the standard number of treatments).

How very American that it is on such an individual level to reach out to strangers that share a similar burden and help and encourage them with these simple tokens.

I am thinking that even though I am not crafty, I also want to make a few somethings for that wire stand. Probably numbering up to 30 at least, as this will be my final number of treatments.

The Care and Feeding of a Cancer Patient: How Love and Food are Keeping Me Alive

Feeling like a well-cared-for plant, with daily check-ins from everyone through text, WhatsApp, and calls.

And a never-ending supply of delicious food, from borscht to baklava to japchae to blini to pierogi and sauerkraut, just to name a few.

One of these days, when cancer is all behind me, I'll have to give a shout-out to EVERYONE who thought about me, called me, checked in on me, and brought me food. That would be a long list...

I mean, I'm not even that great of a plant, I forget to water myself sometimes, but the love and support from everyone is like a little protective circle and it makes a huge difference. Even though I am not depressed or struggling mentally or feeling desperate, like a lot of people with cancer that I know, this circle of support is invaluable.

I keep thinking that I don't deserve it as much, as my hair is still intact, my side effects are all manageable (normally just one day off) and I even get to go to New Year celebrations, being it the new one, the old one or Chinese one...

All I keep thinking that I am just lucky in so many ways and I am grateful for it!!!

Friends embrace

I am so lucky to have friends (and I have yet to share my diagnosis with the majority) that just embraced and supported me from the get go with little fuss. 

Soups and salads, sacred food from a temple, boxes of persimmons and pomelos and pomegranates, rides to/from hospitals or dropping Max off here or there... 

And I am still fully functioning, for now just spending endless hours in and out of the hospital with numerous tests and on the phone with insurance.

No outward visible signs of any trouble in paradise, but the circle of embrace really invaluable.

Mammogram 10/28

Thank God for friends! 

Alya drove me to the Lahey Clinic in Burlington and sat with me in the waiting room to get my mammogram. 

I mentioned the lump to the technician and she wanted to do a diagnostic mammogram, but couldn't do the same day, nor would it be covered by insurance, and again clinic required another doctor's order. So we proceeded with the regular one. 

It was uncomfortable, but manageable, and then they said that results would be soon and I would need to come in for a follow up ultrasound one anyway.

To lift the mood, Alya and I went to the nearby Fogo De Chao bar, which is this beautiful restaurant and a cozy bar to drink to a better outcome.