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.


Anonymous said...

A proud moment, indeed.
Sending you my best wishes PJ as you tackle the the next step in you're challenge.

Sue L said...

You have every reason to be proud!!! Your family does as well. Stay strong warrior, and keep eating cheesecake for breakfast!
Hugs, hugs, hugs, hugs!

Ronni Gordon said...

What a beautiful photo. You and the family look great. Congratulations, and keep thinking happy thoughts!

Jim said...

PJ! Great photos of you and your family and some tasty vittles! I love how the smiles and cuisine liven up an already-great blog.

Good luck back at the hospital. We are thinking of you often.


Karen McIntyre said...

That is a most beautiful photo. I am so proud of Mark and your entire family, you look very happy as you should be. Both you and Marty have done a most fantastic job with your kids!

NJer said...

What a beautiful picture! What a beautiful family! That's what we are fighting for, right?