Riding a bike with no hair on a foggy morning is cold.
Bike helmets? Not so much in the warm and cozy department, it turns out.
But the reason I know this now is because this morning, Nia and I rolled out of bed and hopped on the bike and peddled a few streets down to our friends Meadow and Irene's house for pancakes. It was our first time on the bike together in some time, and our first time having breakfast out in awhile -- both tremendous treats.
A little ways back, I mentioned here that Saturdays are my Blue days. Blue as in big, fat I'm-tired-of-being-Cancer-Girl days. Especially now that it is June. June?! How can it be summer when just the other day it was March and I didn't have cancer...?How can it be my favorite season and I'm spending half my time in bed? I had plans for this summer. I had camping plans and Montana plans. Tahoe plans, for sure...
Anyway, I mentioned here that Saturdays are kind of rough for me. But I forgot that I'm not in this alone. I forgot about my awesome friends.
So on this would-be-lonely Saturday here came the check-in voice mails and texts. Here came Meadow with breakfast and tea and conversation and Play-Doh for the girls. Here came FedEx with a new book and purple gardening gloves and a mix for lemon scones from Michelle. Here was Pam to whisk my girl off to a fun event that I surely didn't have the energy for. Here was a new book for Nia, too. And here was a neighbor delivering a hot meal.
And here I am: In my teeny, tiny sunny garden with my laptop and my cat and a cup of tea, breathing in and breathing out and writing (ah, writing!)...; so maybe this isn't the summer I exactly pictured when I was making all those middle-of-winter plans, but it really could be a whole lot worse...
Ok, it doesn't get much worse than cancer.
But. I could be doing it alone and that would be MUCH, MUCH worse. Thank you, dear friends.