CIMPLE – A Curious Introvert's Musings & Photos about Life and Enjoyment

It will be six months in another week since my lymphoma diagnosis and while my emotions and health have been all over the place, there have been moments of happy clarity. After being told one too many times that if I don’t do this or that I’ll die, I’ve discovered that I’m not one of those people with a bucket list, mission or regrets and that my main wish is to feel good enough to live my current life and spend time with those I love. There is no more living in the past or future, but savoring what I can from the day, even if that’s just the excitement that I felt good enough to mow the lawn yesterday. As someone who has spent the majority of my life complaining about bad hair days, I’ve been amazed to discover that having a bald head from my earlier chemo has never given me a bad hair day. Harper may not agree about bad hair days, I think she’s scowling in that photo over her recent visit to the groomer. I have no explanation for my reaction to my lack of hair other than when I was losing it I was too weak to care, but I can tell you I love how much quicker I get ready in the morning. For some reason I’m no longer an early riser or someone who wants to multitask all day. Some days I’m surprised I didn’t get on my own nerves daily from all the lists and multitasking. One other thing that I’m absolutely clear about is that I’m definitely missing celebrating Cinco de Mayo today with a Margarita at my favorite Mexican restaurant, but I will be celebrating with a jumbo Margarita the day they tell me I’m in remission.