My parents came into the city tonight in time to invite us to supper. They made it in about 12 hours, which is about par for the course. We had a nice visit and sent them on to the hotel so they could recover.
We came back to the apartment and cleaned like mad people. The cat is terrorized by the vacuum cleaner, which always secretly amuses us. She's still running around in circles looking for it, although it's been put up for a while now.
We're caught up with laundry. I'm going to start the dishwasher soon. Then I plan on zonking hard and sleeping well tonight.
As far as the cancer goes, it's still there.
I'm trying not to be one of those people who says "I've never been sick in my life, and then I got cancer", because those patients get on my nerves. I'm trying not to be like my patients who whine and complain. Right now I'm trying most to be like my patients who always seem so graceful and held together, those who smile and emit calmness.
You know, fake it 'til you make it.
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