But not to worry. We we are not lost, heaven's no. My wonderful sister Diane is still here living just a couple miles away. Diane has always been a constant force in our family's lives and has generously upped her time here since my diagnosis. She is sooo good with the kids, even in their naughtiest mode. She spoils Fisher, her godson, like crazy with WAY too many gifts. She bakes like a madwoman, and if she had her way, we would be eating food from her restaurant, Red Devil, every night of the week. She makes herself ridiculously available to us, and we are very lucky to have her. We love you so, Diane. And even though Fisher always chose Claudia for nighttime stories, he has yet to call you Grandma, once. Sorry about that, Claudia.
On tap this weekend are visits from my homies, my wild (emphasis on wild) and wonderful college pals. One of my very best friends Marcy, who now lives in San Francisco, is here and even baked us a delicious, bacon and calorie-filled dinner last night. One more descends on Monday from north Scottsdale. Rebecca will take me to chemo and stay the night. I've already warned Nurse Lyndsay to brace herself for the event. I can't wait.
You know, this whole cancer thing really sucks. Sucks, sucks, sucks. But you know what? Claudia never would have been here for 8 days, Diane would not normally be here almost every day of the week, Marcy wouldn't have made me dinner on a random Thursday night, and I haven't had a sleepover with my college gals in 20 years. I'm seeing so many silver linings and spots of color that I never would have experienced or noticed if I hadn't been diagnosed with cancer. I'm going to come out of this whole, and I'm going to be different. I'm going to be better, and that's pretty amazing.