Tuesday, June 9, 2009
The picture tells the story: It was sunny; it was graduation; we were happy. My oldest son, Mark, earned his high school diploma on Sunday. That's grandma next to the graduate.
We went out for dinner to celebrate, and because Marty had requested a table that didn't get much traffic (I'm still neutropenic), we were seated in a private room. The food was rich and delicious, so by the time we went home to cut into the cheesecake Mariel had baked, there were no takers. We had no choice but to have a healthy slab of it for breakfast the next morning.
All the fun and games end for now. I'm to be at the hospital in an hour for a heart scan, a test that determines if your ticker is up to additional toxic assault. I'll check into my room and the chemo will start dripping by mid-morning.
I'm trying not to be too morose. Looking at the graduation photo makes me smile. I know what I have to do.