Ancient History

This past week I have been laid up with some post-radiation gut issues, so these two have been missing the beach. 

Friends, three days of only this had me pretty darn...hangry.

But today I have moved on to solid sustenance....Thank You God.  

So this morning, on shaky legs,  the dogs and I ventured down to the beach again....and came upon these cairns.  This last hitch in my colon has had me reflecting a lot on my gut altering, cancer killing radiation of 2014..questioning whether I really needed to do it, and thinking how much better I would feel today (assuming I had survived, of course) if I hadn't done the radiation part of my protocol.  Friends, this is a trap I fall in sometimes.  I know I fought my cancer with the best possible resources available at the time I had cancer.  These trailmarkers reminded me to look to the future...and stop questioning ancient history.

The House Report

Friends, I have been up North for two weeks now, watching the construction....

Evidently there is a shortage of drywallers on the peninsula...which is slowing everything down.  Luckily we have this guy working hard!  Those stilts are impressive.

They are starting to trim the inside....I love this flat paneled look for a cottage!

I continue to obsess over the exterior lights....

I think they are too small for the front door, so the search continues.  Any ideas?

I am thinking of changing the marble flooring in this shower to petoskey stones....I am a contractor's dream...

 My mom always used to say, "Patience is a virtue"....it is my new mantra.

Good Dog. Stay

Earlier this week, at 4 AM, I got a text from a friend who lives just up the beach.  She needed help getting Lego into the truck. It was time.

So, Friends, of course I went with her to the vet's office  because no one should be alone when they send their faithful friend to the Happy Hunting Ground.

Years ago I had held  our Scout as she drew her last breath.   Completely undone, I remember leaving the examining room to find my friend Beth waiting outside the door, baby on her hip, plate of brownies in her hand.  She knew...

Anna Quindlen also knew.  This, like all of her books, is a delight to read.   I want to meet Anna Quindlen.    I know we would be friends.

Memorial Weekend 2017

We headed up North a week ago....15 hours with these two...we all could not wait to arrive and start celebrating Memorial Weekend.

Our first big family event of the summer is always the Bayshore Race along beautiful Traverse Bay.

This race is so fun with Sisters 1, 4 and 5...three of my greatest cheerleaders.

Big T did the half....with T, B, and C

The rest of us did the 10K (some ran, some walked, one hiked with a heavy backpack).

The weather cooperated for some post-race beach recovery.

Even P, from NYC, loved Lake Michigan!

Who knew some of us were so competitive?

After a delicious family feast, my sisters surprised me with a birthday cake.  Do all cancer survivors cry on their birthday?  Friends, I just have such an overwhelming feeling of gratitude to be able to turn one year older....

CH-CH-CH-CHANGES

Happy Memorial Day from Northern Michigan! After a wonderful weekend of family fun (which I will tell you about in my next post), I find myself alone on the peninsula.  Friends, this is my first summer up north without B.  Change is always hard for me, and this new chapter has been particularly rough.  I know I should take stock in my many blessings....but tonight I am just missing my baby girl....

The Quarterly Blood Draw

I was recently  chatting with one of my neighbors who is just finishing her last of many rounds of chemo for liver cancer.  She asked me about survivorship; saying she knew I would understand.  She asked me if she will ever stop being afraid of it coming back.

I had her on my mind this morning as I went for my blood draw.   I entered the infusion clinic chanting in my head "Please God, make my blood normal"....and left there breathing "Thank You, God, for letting me survive to get this blood draw today".

Anne with an E

B is home after surviving sophomore year....which means it is time to relax and catch up on Netflix for awhile.

This was the first series she watched.....soooo good....the scenery, the characters.... everything is   just as I had imagined it when I was a girl.

Growing up, I would lose myself in this series for hours...days....weeks....I wanted to live on Prince Edward Island at Green Gables, and  BE Anne Shirley.  She was the quintessential heroine...she still is.