Dan and I spent the weekend in PA, reveling in the fact that we made it, safe and sound, and a new adventure was upon us. We met with our Georgetown team on Monday and had the reunion we'd been waiting for since our goodbye in September. There were hugs and tears and medical talk to make the transition a seamless one. After our appointment, we made our way across the Key Bridge to Virginia soil and our perfect Alexandria apartment. To our surprise, our friends decorated with balloons, streamers, flowers, and stocked it with groceries to hold us over a day or two until we got to the store. Our friends proved amazing once again and set the tone for a restful night/day back home. The previous 48 hours had been extremely exhausting and emotional as we moved out of our Seattle apartment, flew across the country, reunited with family, friends, and doctors, and set foot back into a home that, at one time, we questioned whether or not we'd set foot in together ever again. Needless to say, we held each other tight that night and counted our blessings.
Since then, I'm a lot calmer, Dan's getting stronger, and we feel kind of like a normal couple - but not quite. I had a week off then headed back to work in Fairfax County as a speech pathologist in a middle school. My old position was filled so I'm covering for a maternity leave through the rest of the school year. Those who know my love for the little guys know that this has been a big transition for me, but I'm finding that middle schoolers have their own uniqueness and I'm even enjoying them a little bit! The girls like my clothes and the boys are impressed with my sports knowledge (as long as it's Philly related!). I'm getting used to working full-time after 7 months off, but, it's one more sign that we're "normal" so we'll take it. Dan's getting used to his new life, too. I've added a "to-do" list to his daily medicine log and he's doing a great job checking them off. He is slowly taking reigns of errands throughout the week, goes to daily mass, the movies, and gets a walk in every day. Don't worry, he's still the trivia king and reality TV guru we've all come to know and love.
Medically speaking, Dan's doing just fine. He goes to weekly appointments to consult with our doctors and have his blood checked to help manage his medication doses and monitor his blood counts. The biggest issue keeping him from feeling like himself is fatigue. He sleeps about 10 hours a night and takes a nap every afternoon to keep up with his exhaustion. His strength and spirits are steadily increasing, but he gets tired pretty quickly and that's a pain. He has extreme dry mouth, some rogue rashes here and there, sore muscles, aching bones and a heart rate that can't seem to slow down. There's always some kind of test to monitor this or check that each week, but overall, everyone seems to be happy with his progress. Again, "that's normal" is the typical response to all Dan's woes. As you can imagine, I hate missing the appointments and require a thorough recap of everything that was said. Luckily we joined the iPhone team so I'm hoping to Facetime one of these consults - Dan isn't going for it (I think I embarrass him). The next big milestone is a bone marrow biopsy and spinal tap in April to check for recurring disease in his marrow and spinal fluid. They're routine six-month post-transplant tests, but we'll surely be on edge as we approach the dates. While everything is going well, the possibility of relapse is real and weighs on our shoulders every minute of every day. Keep the prayers steady that his donor cells are keeping leukemia away for good!
I often talk about little joys and searching for them in every day, maybe most especially during times of adversity and fear. As we reflect on the little joys we found in November, when a get well card brought us a smile during the toughest times, and December, when a cloudy day spared the rain so we could enjoy a walk, to January, when a warm bath and a good book gave me peace from my caregiver obligations, I'm reminded how very key joy is in living a full life. Today there were little joys all around me, everywhere I looked. It's easy when the sun is shining, you're in good health, and everyone is smiling. It's easy to tell my husband I love him, to feel spring in the air and to thank God for my blessings at Sunday Mass. But I think it was finding joy on those hard days that taught both Dan and me to live fully, in the truest sense. We live joyfully, we love wholly, and we laugh sincerely. Now, I am by no means thanking cancer for teaching me this lesson. I'm thanking all of you - my family, my friends, and my faith - for bringing us joys, even the ever-so-little joys on the ever-so-dark days of the past year. I hope to carry that mantra with me and to share it with everyone I meet. I hope all of you find little joys and live as happily and with as much love as we do. Because life is good. And ALL is well.