Finding My Bearings

The past week has gone by in a blur of family and laughter and sleepless nights, full out nerf gun wars, endless giggles (and maybe a little yelling) from all 7 cousins, long conversations between the adults. I left our company here at home Monday morning and headed back to work. In the 48 hours since, I've struggled to find my bearings. Ready for routine, but not quite willing to give up the more flexible summer schedule just yet. I'm home today and have puttered around the house working on putting the house back together, uploading pictures from the visit.

My friend Joanna died yesterday morning. We shared the same cancer diagnosis, an oncologist, a strong introvert bond, and she was a significant voice speaking into my cancer world over the last 3 years. Joanna always remembered my appointment days and texted  providing encouragement and commiserating when appropriate. She was unfailingly positive even when circumstances were difficult. She gave me valuable insight into Dr. C's way of thinking, rushed to put her researcher to work when it looked like a clinical trial might be my only option, offered many times to come sit with me during chemo, and was just an overall kind and generous soul, both with her time and emotions. I already miss knowing she is no longer just a text away, knowing that she will not be checking in with me when I head to Vanderbilt in September. Although most of our interaction was via the wonder that is technology (we did meet and share a hug once last summer), I will miss her deeply.