How Far We've Come

It is bittersweet to put our place in San Francisco on the market.  We landed here feeling things were pretty dire and that we needed to find a place where we could all recover.  To put things in context, in the first ten months after my diagnosis, we moved five times, completed six trans-Pacific flights, and three hospitalizations.  We were all wiped out - physically, emotionally, and spiritually.  We needed a refuge and our small apartment here truly provided it.  The three of us also did a lot of growing in this space which the markings on Walt's closet show.

Breathing Room

Walt running while we are enjoying the spring weather,  having a BBQ at Chrissy Field 

Running wild - wait a minute, did he just bust out of Alcatraz?

The last few weeks have been full to brimming with both stress and fulfillment.  I will go right to the heart of it;  I had my MRI and appointment with my neuro-oncologist on Wednesday and it was continued good news.  I must say again, my tumor is not gone but my doctor said that it is the "best" it has ever looked in the two and a half years that she has been treating me.  The radiation can continue to work slowly, long after the treatment is finished, and that is what seems to be happening.  I'm also on the seventh cycle of my second round of chemotherapy and so far, I'm still tolerating it well.  It is very exciting and more than I could have hoped for.  My brain has a little more breathing room in my skull and I can feel the difference.