* an hour and a quarter visit with Heather and Graeme. She makes me think. He makes me laugh.
They both make me enormously happy.
* Lunch with a friend who is moving away from Charlotte later this summer. I will certainly miss my dear friend, Kirk.
* Laughter, conversation, and plan-making with Gibbs.
* Receiving a text with a photo of my children and Karen's children together, a photo taken about 15 years ago. My, oh my, the years have flown.
* Texting with Lisa and catching up on our lives.
* Email from Paul, Amy, Andrea, Sheila, Bill, Noemi, Mary, Cara, Michelle, Debby, Judy and Katie.
*** Are you sensing a theme here? I have fabulous, supportive, loving, attentive friends.
I am running out of words of gratitude to them and for them. Truly I am.
* I am grateful for Kristiana who cooks so often and makes fresh, green juices for us to drink.
* I am grateful for Daniel, who makes me laugh and cringe and who still manages to talk me into cutting his toenails. Yes, I still cut my son's toenails - and he is 16 years old and taller than me. I find myself saying, "You are lucky you're so cute" very often.
* I'm grateful for Steve, my husband of nearly 22 years (our big day is this coming Saturday), who dotes on me, makes me laugh, and still loves me, even though I am boobless, wombless, and until recently also hairless
* I'm also grateful for:
- ceiling fans
- remembering to take a sweater into heavily air-conditioned spaces
- that Spain won the soccer game today over Italy
- a noticeable reduction in the neuropathy (numbness) in my fingers and toes over the past two weeks
- deep sleep
- the two farmer's markets we recently discovered
- recently picked, local vegetables - delicious!
- knowing that I'm giving my body healthy food
- having the means to buy that healthy food
- being able to do all the exercises and activities my physical therapist has assigned me - and having no pain while doing them.
Speaking of which --> Yesterday the kids and I went to a neighbor's house to swim. Several times, I swam from one end of the pool to the other underwater. I pushed Daniel around on a float. I swam under his float. I chased my daughter and poked at her legs underwater. I had an absolute blast.
Later while standing in front of the mirror putting on lotion after my shower, I looked at the scars on my chest for quite a while. Suddenly I realized that NOT ONCE during the entire hour or so I spent in the pool did I think about kanswer or chemotherapy or surgery or scars. NOT ONCE did I feel any pain or discomfort. There was absolutely NO restriction to my movement, my swimming strokes, or anything I wanted to do. I hadn't thought about it at all on my way to the pool or once I got there. I just jumped in and swam.
I cannot express how grateful I am that my body is recovering as well as it is.
I cannot express how grateful I am to have come this far on this kanswer journey.
I cannot express how grateful I am to be able to use the k-word less and less in my daily life.
On this final Thursday evening in June, I am filled with inexpressible gratitude and joy.
Thanks be to God.