So, here I am-53 years old! I know I’m not the only one who feels that 53 isn’t as old as it used to be. When I think back to my parents and grandparents, any of the adults I knew as a kid, they seemed old before their time in many ways. Part of it, I think, was their times-maybe they were more adult than we are today? It seems there are so many choices that we have now, as older people, and we no longer retire to our rocking chairs as early as people seemed to do. All a matter of perspective, I guess…
Best birthday present in the world? A visit to our man of the hour-Dr Lackman, the cancer doc-in Philly, and results of the cancer screening for Handsome Husband, and the official “you are cancer-free!” diagnosis, which is soooo much better than the diagnosis we received in January! I’ve never known anyone personally who has beaten cancer, and I hardly know what to do with that info-but we figured
it out and had supper with our wonderful friends Bruce and Mary Ann, that evening. They have been with us through it all, and it seemed so fitting!
Yes, there’s still “cancer stuff” to do-Handsome Husband has another surgery on Tuesday to do part one of debulking his arm. The second, and final one, will take place in November when we return. More cancer screenings in the future, but in the meanwhile? TRAVEL!!
At the end of this month, Handsome has his final post-op checkup in Philly. And the car is going to be packed and facing in a westerly direction, and when we get out of his appt (8:45 at the latest, we hope!), we are outta here!! A brief stop in Indiana so he can visit his mom, and then westward ho! again-yesyesyesyes!
There is so much more I can write about, but at this moment, what I have in my sights is being on the road again, and the excitement of that. After all this time here in NJ (and we love our people here, never think we don’t), we are craving the road, we want the road, we want to hear the sound of our tires fairly singing over the highway, the sunroof open to the broad blue sky overhead, and life and adventure ahead of us. Where should we go? Back up north to the Dakotas? Montana? Wyoming? The end point is Oregon again, but there’s a lot of country to see before we get there. We’re going to crack open the Atlas and the calendar and start dreaming our summer. This has been an interesting side trip, dealing with the fucking cancer, but we are both oh so ready to put it in our rear view mirror-