It was a busy day, but I can't recall all that was done. I had made a therapy appointment for today, the first in two years so I was desperate to get caught up. I told him I didn't know if I was saying my final goodbyes or just swinging by to say hello. I cried throughout most of the session. Part of the time we talked about Youngest Daughter. I recently told her that I hope to be with her for as long as possible, and the whole purpose of her adoption was to be together as long as possible. After an infant son died on his 4th day we began taking in foster children, 26 in all, but we kept her, our one and only adoption. She is now 40, but was a month old in foster care.
We went to the art supply shop and to Barnes and Noble. By then I was totally exhausted and went straight to bed.
Tomorrow will be much easier, I truly hope...
On 01.02.02, I was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer. Too late for surgery, I had chemotherapy, which failed. In May the chemotherapy was changed and I was soon in remission which was celebrated and welcome and lasted nine years - until October 2011. There was progression in 2011 so more treatment was indicated and I am now back in partial remission. But I'm not only a cancer patient - I also enjoy my family, walk my dogs and am learning to draw and paint. Life is good!