The last two days have been lovely out in Hicksville. I've woken up to temps in the 60's, rain yesterday and clouds today. It makes it so much more pleasant to pull grass and weeds in the garden. This morning I was pulling wheat from the hay around my potato plants. I pull it, twist the roots off and feed it to Lactation. She loves getting something besides dried hay and the tops of weeds. Yes, it's a pain to have to pull the wheat when you use wheat straw as mulch, but taters seem to grow so much better mulched in like that. The only sounds were my roosters crowing and the neighbor's donkeys braying. A peaceful contemplative morning.
I'm not going to church these days - not because I have anything against church, but because I only have so much time to work in the garden. It's too hot in the afternoons and evenings, so Saturday and Sunday mornings have to do. I do my talking to God during these mornings in the garden, praying for my loved ones, my friends, and in general. I miss seeing everyone at church, but it doesn't feel right to go to Family Night when I haven't been to church in weeks. Once it cools off, I'll be back.
I had my followup with my new gyn on Friday. I didn't realize how nervous I was about that visit until I heard her tell me "I don't feel any masses, or nodules. As a matter of fact, everything feels normal. No enlarged lymph nodes, nothing." The wave of relief that washed over me made me realize just how much worry lives at the back of my mind.
I'm grateful to be feeling so well. To be able to make jelly and freeze corn, to weed and harvest my garden, to shell black eyed peas and snap green beans. Still haven't gotten into the swing of cleaning the house every week, but I do keep up with laundry for the most part. I know I'm lucky, and every day is a gift. But it's so hard to stop worrying. To wonder at every ache or twinge.
To try and keep my mind off of worrying, I'm trying to be more pro-active. I'm working to get the only home game in September designated Ovarian Cancer Awareness night. The coach has agreed to have the boys wear teal athletic tape. The booster club has agreed to let me sit at their table and hand out symptom cards. I'm thinking of selling ribbons or bracelets or something to raise some funds for ovarian cancer research. While at my new gyn's office, she told me that someone from my surgeon's office was organizing a Ovarian Cancer Walk that I'm thinking of participating in. It won't cure me, but at least I feel like I'm doing *something*. And maybe, just maybe, there will be some woman who reads the symptom card I'll be handing out and recognizes that she might want to see her gyn the next week instead of assuming that there's nothing to worry about it.
I tried a counseling session, and I'm just not sure that's what I need. This week I plan on going to a cancer survivor support group meeting - hoping that talking with others that have gone through what I have will help. I haven't had as many blue days, but they still crop up. It may end up just being part of my new normal, but I'll attend that support group meeting just in case.
What seems to help the most is talking with my friends, my husband. I seem to head to that blue state when I'm not talking to people, trying to be "brave" or "tough." I do better talking about things, and not dwelling with might have beens. I'm also learning to ration my time on Inspire.com. Too much time there has me wondering when I will recur, instead of wondering if.
It's the busiest month of the year at work, and after a full day there, I'm not always in the mood to do much when I get home. I tell myself day after day I'm going to blog when I get home, but most days I just want to rest when I get here. So far the hubs isn't minding being the one to make supper most days, but I'm not sure how much longer that will last. One of these days I'm going to get organized again. Really!
Until then, it's mornings in the garden, and waiting for football to start up again. Mid-Size University has a new coach, and we can't wait to see what he can do. Hicksville football is in two-a-days and my youngest has decided to play his senior year. Senior mom and dad shirts are ordered already, and we're ready for our friday night lights.
Just like normal people.