He starts radiation this week.
Five days a week for six weeks.
Chemo mixed in there too.
In another state.
I am going to be there for four days a week.
I can't think of any place that I would rather be during this time.
Well, maybe there is one place that I would rather be.
But that doesn't really count.... does it?
It's kind of a given, right?
I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't a bit panicky at the thought of being away from my home and all of my family for that much time.
But, I am glad to be able to be there with him.
He really has the best attitude. The attitude of a survivor.
And I love that about him.
So today is a day spent preparing myself...breathing deep and getting hugs and kisses where I can. I am trying to not make a BIG deal out of it. I mean, it's only a few days a week.
Right?
Right.
And the packing.
Ahhhh, the packing.
(yes, I haven't even done that yet.)
I am trying to figure out just what I want to bring with me. What will fit in the car.
What I will use.
And more importantly...what I won't.
Most people think about what clothes to pack...toiletries, etc.
Not me.
I am one of those people who constantly needs to have something to do. sew/read/knit/craft, etc.
So, I'm scavenging my magazines for ones that I haven't read in a bit and gathering up yarn and fabric and hoops and needles to occupy myself.
Sitting in hospitals isn't too conducive to my sort of crafting.
I'm told that they frown upon bringing your own sewing machine.
I know! The nerve.
So, I am going to bring what I can't live without.
Minus the little red headed boy (he has school after all).
And try not to sink the Ferry with the weight of it all on the way across the lake.
I work tomorrow.
And then I go.
