Skipping a week of chemo has left me feeling like my old self again! Spending the past week at Miramar Beach was wonderful and I can't thank my parents enough for everything -- happy 40th!
Because you can barely go anywhere from St. Louis non-stop anymore, our plane landed in Georgia about an hour before it left there for Pensacola. While there a woman came up to me and asked if I was going through treatment. After I said yes, she told me that she was a survivor and instead of having reconstruction she had this done...and proceeded to raise her shirt and display a huge beautiful butterfly tattoo on her chest. Yes, in the middle of the airport in Atlanta in front of tons of people. Of course, only mom and I were the only ones in our group that caught the scene. It's amazing the bond people think you have because you have the same thing they did.
I'm not sure if it was the cancer or not, but the guy at Alamo upgraded us to a very nice minivan and a Toyota Prius when we checked in to get our cars. Some things in this journey haven't been too bad!
Our beach house was awesome and I highly recommend it! I don't think I could go back to not being directly on the beach.
We spent the week sunning, boogie boarding, and searching for shells. The girls had a great time as did Scott and I.
The best quote of the week was from Abby on the way home. She sat by the window on the ride from Atlanta to St. Louis. As we took off and moved through the clouds, she said "Mommy, I think we're in heaven. I think we're with God."
Here are some of my favorite pics from the week.
