It’s been a longer than usual summer this year. It started on June 17 and ended today. It wasn’t the usual summer either; one filled with vacation plans and suntan lotion, good books and great meals. Rather it was filled with recovery from surgery, recovery from the diagnosis of ovarian cancer, and recovery from the recovery.
Earl and I went into it knowing I needed surgery for possible cancer; what I don’t think either one of us anticipated were the emotional issues involved. The surgery date came and went; I recuperated at home and eventually went back to working out. We carried on as if it were life as usual; however, judging from our reaction today when we left the oncologist’s office, it was anything but.
We walked together to the car; Earl used his clicker to open the doors and we each slid in on our respective sides. I believe there was an audible sigh of relief, since the meeting with the doctor indicated that everything insidious had been removed and I was on the way to full recovery. We looked at each other, and I also believe either one of us could have cried. Instead, we smiled. It was the best ending to summer ever!
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