Row(an) boat

Thank you so much to everyone who commented on my previous post about Laurel. She reads my blog, and even though I was hesitant to write about what’s going on, I knew she’d see each and every comment, and I hoped they’d make her smile. (She did, and she did, I think.)

I think we’ve moved on from being angry and confused about her diagnosis and are ready to get the treatment show on the road. She had an endoscopy last week to check her stomach, and thankfully, it was clear. She went to Stanford on Tuesday to meet with her cancer doctor, and it looks like she will start with chemotherapy, with the possibility of surgery in a few months, based on her progress.

This cancer stuff is some scary shit, for sure, but we’re going to do our best to stay positive and optimistic through it all. If anyone can beat this, Laurel will.

I meant to write about Mother’s Day earlier in the week, when I was still high on the awesomeness of the preceding weekend, but work got crazy, and here we are, on the edge of another weekend, but one that likely won’t include homemade eggs Benedict and margaritas hand-delivered to me as I bask in the warm sun. Sigh. Mother’s Day weekend sure was nice while it lasted.

I’m off work next week for three days during Rowan’s semi-annual daycare holiday. The timing is not ideal, with lots of Big Important Things happening at work, a trade show on the very near horizon, and a trip home to CA for my best friend’s wedding in between. BUT, once in awhile, it’s nice to be forced to slow down a bit and JUST BE. I’ve decided I’m only going to check my work e-mail once in the mornings and once in the late afternoons so that I can make myself available to Rowan. Not sure what we’ll do to pass the time, but it doesn’t really matter so long as I’m engaged with and in tune to his needs.

And now, for some gratuitous cute kid photos:

Bento, Beatles, (edamame) beans, baby.

Post-swim class. He scarfed down that slice ‘o pie.

On Mother’s Day, we rented a paddleboat at Greenlake. Rowan loved it for about 10 minutes and then wanted to turn back after we were already in the middle of the lake. I don’t think he realized WE were the ones powering the boat. (If you look close, you can see both Roth and me in the reflection of his (actually, MY) sunglasses.


One Comment

  1. I’m smiling right now, picturing Rowan adorably commanding you both like an Egyptian prince to pedal faster. And now I’m also thinking of The Mummy because “pedal fas-ter!” is definitely a line uttered by Brendan Fraser. Oh, Brendan Fraser. I just can’t quit you.

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