I'm in good spirits but am physically very very tired...zzzzzzzz. I feel the need to be rescued. Which reminds me of that time...
When I was hiking a steep trail overlooking the coast and my foot slipped and I felt the hand of God catch me and push me upwards to safety, and then years later when retelling that story my older sister Janet said, "Oh! That was me." :-)
Galicia, Spain, 1979

Can you believe half the summer is gone? I'm pretty thrilled about it. I'm that much closer to being cancer free. Don't worry - I'm not fooling myself counting my eggs before they hatch, so to speak. But I am counting on being okay, no matter what. I'll have some more emotionally bad days/weeks, but it's part of the grieving process, so I'm told - grieving the loss of my health. But I'll get it back.
This is one of those weeks when I feel great. So, I'm making the most of it. I got a massage, I've been to the grocery store everyday to pick up fresh ingredients for my smoothies and ice-cream. (Who knew I'd become so addicted to Talenti brand ice-cream? I'm the person who used to say, "Oh, I could go the rest of my life and not eat another bowl of ice-cream." And then this brand comes out. Good grief.)
And today I'm going swimming for the first time this summer. I feel as though my entire body is thirsty and needs to be underwater. I grew up swimming all summer either in the Atlantic or in a woodsy river or stream in Galicia, so for it to be July 11 and my head's not been submerged is beyond weird.
Weightless, quiet, soft. I love water. I'm thankful for my "friends" on instagram who are in Vigo, Galicia, Spain. There's one guy who posts short videos from under the waters of the Bahia de Vigo, and it's lovely. Click below for a taste of the beach in my hometown.
Here's to water.