Home at Last!

A holiday visit to Temple Square.

When I walked out of radiation therapy a week ago with a graduation certificate in hand, I started to cry.  I had such a feeling of freedom!  I was able to go home at last to be with my family.

I felt like Santa driving his sleigh, as I headed home with Jessica.  The van was bulging at the seams with all the Christmas goodies I bought during my stay in the big city.  Steve joked that I had nothing to do up there but shop--in stores and online.  He said packages kept arriving from Amazon, even though he hadn't bought a single thing.  What can I say?  If I can't be with my family, at least I can buy presents for them. :-)

When I got home, I was welcomed with a big sign on the door, and balloons and flowers.  It was so wonderful!  Steve even had a fancy dinner all prepared, and the kids had cleaned the house and decorated for Christmas.  It was all so beautiful and wonderful.  Of course, I had to cry a little again.

With radiation behind me, I was eager to get started on my plan to get my body into better physical shape.  I signed myself and the older girls up for a membership at our local fitness center, and I attended my first Zumba class on Monday with Katie.  It was super fun!  I felt like quite the fitness guru, as long as I didn't look in the mirror. ;-)

Unfortunately, the next couple of days I could hardly walk. I made a trip to the doctor for an x-ray of my pelvis and got a brief scare when the possibility of cancer came up.  But, I'm happy and relieved to report that it turned out to be merely a "degenerative" injury.  In other words, I'm getting old and I'm not nearly as flexible as I was when I was dancing so much in high school and college.  Now, the trick is remembering that.