In all of the whirlwind of the last 10 days, one good thing is rising on the horizon, we're still heading to Italy in 11 more days. It was the first thing the doctor said after giving us the diagnosis, "You're still going to Italy next week."
It was the last thing on Chris's mind. It was the last thing on Andrew's mind when I told him too. But it wasn't the last thing on my mind. Strange, but I think the most frustrating thing about my "situation" at the moment is that it's robbed me of my ability to plan for the next few months anyway. I don't know what we're going to do for Thanksgiving. I don't know if I'll be able to do any "holiday" celebrations. And worse still, I don't know if I'll be able to go to Disney with the family to watch Chris do the Goofy challenge or to Paso Robles for the Slow Bowl. It's the not knowing and the not being able to plan that frustrates the heck out of me.
So I want this trip.
I know, once I meet with the as yet to be named oncologist, will put the final plan together. And then, at least, I'll have a plan, a timeline, and can hopefully start to plan things again and according to Dr. M. that should all be in place before we leave, which will make traveling easier. I know she's right.
But for now, at least, I think I'm going to take some time today and focus on the next trip and keep praying for clean lymp nodes on Monday. I'm starting to get that one day at a time thing.