I spent last night watching the sun go down, geeking out with some friends and drinking soda and eating fancy food, on a beach covered in plovers and terns.
My busted foot means that I've been kayaking a lot. My knowledge of ocean wrack is exponentially improving.
I'm hanging out in the radiation lounge, and I just spent about a half hour cheering up a lady with cancer. I gave her all of the tips I'd learned, things like: It's okay to be sad. Use the social workers as much as you can. Talk to the dietitians about planning chemo meals. At the end, we hugged, and I realized that I felt a sense of peace about today - I've accomplished something important, so the rest can just be fun.
