Tonight was a momentous night in the life of any young woman: tonight I truly panicked about the wedding for the very first time.
I remember the blissful days when we decided to get married after radiation. Oh, those were good days. The wedding would be months away, and we knew it would be a wonderful cap to a difficult year.
Such fools were we.
It turns out that planning an enormous party when you're sidelined by radiation fatigue is kind of difficult. I've still not completely cognitively recovered, and I'm petrified that I'll get to the venue and realize that I forgot my clothes, or that I invited a flock of gazelles instead of friends.
Everyone is being very gentle about our wedding, and I'm grateful, because it's limping along as much as I am.
