I had a great weekend, how about you?
Last night on a phone call I actually said "the great thing about cancer . . . " I forget what it was but my friend rightfully mocked me for the phrase. And yet, I'm going to go ahead and use it again:
The great thing about cancer is how it shifts priorities. All of those lunches and dinners and phone calls I've been meaning to coordinate, schedule and return over the last few months . . . done, done and done. By letting my own schedule go (you know, because of the cancer), I have managed to meet various friends for brunch, lunch and dinner, go to a Yankees game and a movie, set-up for an alumni event, host a dinner and even make spontaneous plans when my original plan regrettably falls through.
And that was just this week.
I had to purposely skip out on something Thursday night just so I could spend some quality time with my couch because I was getting a little socially overloaded! Always good to look on the positive side.
As for my weekend. This past weekend holds one of my personal favorite events of the year in New York City - the 9th Avenue International Food Festival. I've written about my love of this particular street fair before so I won't repeat myself. I will say I think this street fair is generally the first one of the summer I attend so it feels like an opening. Unfortunately, due to chemotherapy starting up soon, I won't be eating street food this summer . . . have to be cautious with a weak immune system.
I have also stopped eating meat (but seafood is still in the diet) so I was curious to see how the street fair would go without it. My friend Julia and I still found plenty of food to sample (we split everything so we could try more options) including a lobster roll, vegetable samosas and the best mango lassi I have ever tasted, spinach-filo something or other (Greek), mozzerepa (a delicious corn pancake thing with mozzarella cheese inside), three little cupcakes from a Japanese dessert place I love (2 of the 3 were good and one was blah) and I know there is something I'm forgetting . . . what I am not forgetting was this fun old fashioned soda shop place where you bought a tin mug or a cup to refill all day.
In other fertility news, I watched a little video on the crypreservation process that includes the statistics from the clinic I am using (something I normally would have asked about or research before starting treatment but in this situation, I really just didn't have the time or mental capacity!). After watching it all under a magnifying glass I am really questioning what I thought I heard a few days ago about my eggs measuring 14 mm . . . clearly I misunderstood something at that appointment. At any rate, all is going well so wish me luck tomorrow.
I finished off the weekend by hosting a mentor of mine and his wife for dinner. I love long-lasting friendships that survive time and distance. I worked for him in Sydney, Australia exactly 12 years ago as an legal extern. It was one of the first stepping stones in my legal career and I believe it put me on the right path. Before I ever got the diagnosis, we had plans to meet up when they came to town. Instead of going out, I offered to cook. You see, among the information I have read about side effects of chemotherapy, I have learned many people have issues with their senses - smell and taste - on top of nausea making it difficult to cook. So I cooked.
I made a big pile of roasted vegetables with chickpeas (tastes like spring!).
Even better than the food was the opportunity to have good people in my home with excellent conversation about interesting topics. You want to know the other great thing about cancer? It shines a warm, glowy light on friendships and brings them in real close in a way we (or maybe I) just don't allow or possibly even see under normal circumstances. I am absolutely amazed by the generosity of heart of the people I have been lucky enough to cross paths with over the years. There is a reason I feel so strong and untouched by this thing inside me - I am protected by the love of my friends and family.