One of these days I'll pull my crap together and get back to my regular blogging schedule. What is it with the month of May? It's like my kid's school teachers think I have nothing better to do with my time than help my children with their end of the year projects. Last week's project? Building a model of the Colosseum out of sugar cubes (no kidding). It only took us seventy two tries. Next up on the agenda is (and I quote), the "county road trip report". I have to take my kid on a road trip to a different county. And then help him write a report about it. Can't. Wait. Throw dance recitals and soccer games into the mix, and May becomes December on roids. Oh the joys of parenting. Anyway, I do believe my paragraph on excuses for neglecting this blog is now complete.
Things regarding cancer are good. Good as in, not getting worse. Sam and Dad both had their chemotherapy treatments about 10 days ago. Sam is up for #10 this week and Dad will have his last scheduled treatment next week. Then he (he being Dad) will wait for about 3 weeks before going in for another scan. We're hoping for him to be cancer-free at that point, in which case we'll party like is 1999. If not, he'll be advised to get a few more chemo treatments and/or move on to radiation. That's a tough hypothetical pill to swallow, but I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. If there's one thing we've learned so far, it's that this cancer thing is pretty freaking unpredictable. You really just have to take it one day at a time. Everyone is getting better at accepting that. Especially our lymphoma boys.
So, I have an exciting little nugget of information for you. Mom and Dad just celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary. They managed to escape for a few days to their favorite hideaway in Carmel, California. Once again, I was granted the honor of babysitting the dog. And once again, she went home a total fatty. I don't get it. I was vigilant this time. She must have gotten chubby on dust bunnies and cracker crumbs because I fed her nothing but dog food. I refuse to be held responsible for a yorkie's weight problems. Luckily they had a great time on their vacation and chemo was scheduled for the morning after they got back, so nobody really had time to be concerned about the dog situation. Mom? Dad? Happy 40th anniversary. Hugely inadequate, I know, but if I get into the nuts and bolts of what an inspiration you've been to so many people, I might not recover tonight. Besides, that topic deserves it's own blog post. But for now, just know that your marriage has influenced my life in a way that's impossible to describe. Thank you for being crazy about each other over the past 40 years. And I forgive you for ALWAYS making out in front of my friends when I was in high school. Wait...no, I'm not over that one yet. Maybe by next year. But don't hold your breath.
Here's the other cool thing that happened. Mom's friends threw her a 1/2 way done with chemo party. They gave her 1/2 of a cake, 1/2 a balloon bouquet, 1/2 a bra, 1/2 a book, 1/2 a carton of eggs, and a bunch of other useless 1/2's. When she told me what they did for her, first, I laughed my butt off. Then, I was overcome with gratitude for her amazing, thoughtful friends. It was so very very cool of them. Thanks to those awesome ladies.
Thanks to all of you for checkin in on the boys. I know I've said it a million times, but we feel your love and your prayers every day. That's what makes this all bearable. I promise more frequent updates in the weeks to come. I just need to survive the next 5 days or so.