During my weekly yoga session tonight, my instructor whispered a few words I needed to hear:
Everything is going to be OK.
I have to head to Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center this week for my 3 month scans, follow-up with the Wizard, and visit to the chemo suite for treatment. Like always, the 3 months of freedom flew by. I can only hope that this trip is as peaceful as the last visit. I would like to have they type of appointment that my oncologist refers to as a "Healthy Baby Visit." It's quick, it's painless, and it brings good news to all.
Instead of making this trip fully medical, we are adding an extra day to our trip so that we can fully enjoy 4th of July in the big city. I've never been in NYC for the fireworks so it should be a great adventure. Mr. Spots is actually joining me on this trip which I am really looking forward to. I think I relax a bit more with him next to me.
If you have a free moment and wish to send some warm thoughts my way, I definitely would appreciate it. I know what the statistics say, and I know the likelihood that something ugly will pop up, but I am going to ignore those statistics. I am going to hope, wish, and pray, and then I'm going to try to put it in the back of my mind for the first portion of this trip. I need to have some fun with my loved ones before this appointment. I will, until Thursday, treat this as a vacation then it's time to be a patient for a few days.
Like my yoga instructor said, and like Mr. Bob Marley--fellow melanoma warrior--sings, "Everything is gonna be all right."