This past weekend I stopped listening to the chemo countdown in my head. It’s been six months since I finished my second round.
People ask, sort of apologetically, if they haven’t spoken to me awhile. They’ve lost track.. are you still doing treatment? The hesitance hides what they are really wondering: Is she well? Is this what cancer looks like? Oh… she’s still alive! So I keep the elevator speech in hand: yes, finished my second course of chemo in August. Back in remission. All is well.
This past weekend I went downhill skiing in Manning Park. The day was splendid… sun, blue skies, a ring of mountains. And lovely snow. I’ve only taken up skiing again recently after 10 years. So careening down Horseshoe Trail required all my senses.
Of course I’m reminded… like this morning when I walked downtown and felt the tiredness with every plodding step. But skiing… six months past chemo. What’s not to celebrate, even if it needs an extra nap?