My sister Diana and I went to California this weekend to visit her daughter, Allison, and family. While I had seen many photos and videos of three-year-old Sean, I had not actually met him before. A wonderful visit all around. Sean runs and talks nonstop. We went to the Children's Discovery Museum on San Jose which, among other delights, has a marvelous water play area, and to Ardenwood Farm in Fremont with a train and farm animals. Allison and Thomas lead such busy lives that it was lovely to relax with them.
I am feeling much better. Still have belly pain, enough to sometimes take morphine (milder pain remedies still not allowed). I have felt slightly nauseated for nearly a week, a minor if persistent annoyance. One of the frustrations is not knowing what is chemo, what might be cancer, or what could be something else entirely. I am not sure why it matters, but it seems to, to me.
Is it feeling unwell that constantly reminds me that I inhabit a different world from the one I was in before I was sick, or is that simply a fact of my new life, with its very different future? I don't know. But diversions like this weekend are welcome forays back into the land of the living. Thanks, Diana, for arranging this.