The valley

We all go through low times. I am going through one now.

I haven’t posted in a couple of weeks because I’ve been undergoing some tests in connection with the stage 1 colon cancer I was first diagnosed with in October 2005. At that time I had surgery, and all tests showed I was clear.

But now I have three nodules in my right lung, and the surgeon and radiologists agree that they are metastases. On Monday morning, the surgeon will remove almost half of my right lung. I will be in the hospital for a week, recuperate for six weeks, and then begin chemo.

I have had to break this news to my family and friends and have had, oh, a few meltdowns along the way. Right now I’m trying to allow hope to come forth. Grief . . . hope . . . everything in its own time.

I am so busy trying to get all my errands done before I enter the hospital. And I will be officiating at a wedding this weekend, which I want to enjoy and celebrate! So I am preparing for that.

We are also in the middle of a family room remodel, so my house is torn apart, with family room furniture and stuff piled in the living room and in other rooms. I’m trying to figure out how to get carpeting down quickly and the house back to normal so I’ll have a place to lie down when I get home from the hospital.

Precious little knitting is getting done, that’s for sure. And this, unfortunately, is why.