cancer – day 60

So I’m at Mark’s, it’s a normal work day albeit it I’m a little slow today after a long day and evening last night getting the draft report finished and sent out, but anyway we’re both working in our little office rooms at the back of the house today. It’s late morning, and the doorbell rings. Not an especially common occurrence around here that I’ve noticed. Mark gets up to go answer it but then goes back in his office saying “not expecting anyone.” Apparently they get a few more solicitors down here than I do out in Volcanoville. I told him the only solicitors I’ve had were people trying to sell me Jesus, twice! I told them I went to Catholic school (not that that actually tells you a whit about my spirituality today), but that pretty much took care of the bible thumpers, except that they came back again a year later. Just in case I’d lost my way and needed to find Jesus, of course.

Then my phone rings. I’m too slow to pick it up, and it goes to voicemail. The message is from a florist saying they just tried to deliver flowers to me at Mark’s address. Guess we’ll have to start answering the door!!!

They left the flowers on the front porch bench, though, so we didn’t have to go get them or reschedule delivery. They’re from a friend of mine in Tennessee that I see maybe once a year at a Chainalytics QBR or something, how cool is that? I mean, if you have to get cancer, it might as well have this effect of bringing you more in touch with people you’ve always enjoyed and respected but have possibly lost touch with. And I’ve met lots of new people out of it as well, particularly breast cancer survivors who get referred to my blog by someone who knows me, and who want to share their experiences and empathy. And I have at least one cyber- friend now that I just have to make an effort to meet up with at a milonga sometime. We may never have met in person if I hadn’t started the blog and she hadn’t written to me after reading it.

A closing note on the flowers, at least here in Sac they don’t have to be delivered in a box via FedEx or UPS, and they have a better chance of survival (Mizzou and Seoul aren’t here to eat them!).

Wow, it’s only been 60 days since diagnosis. It seems like a lifetime ago.