We are home safe and sound and a little sad from our beach trip…
For the first time in my life, I didn’t really get what I was looking for at the beach. I was hoping some sense of overwhelming peace would come over me and I could fight the second half of this cancer battle from some zen like mental state.
Unfortunately, I underestimated the effort solo travel would take (+a kid and a dog) and over-estimated my abilities and I wound up sick and worn out and unable to soak up the sea.
Luckily, instead of being my usual stubborn self, I listened to my support system and recovered enough to head home a day early and rest up for treatment #8.
Travel is in my heart and soul and it also makes me super grateful to have a home and supportive partner to return to.
The next time I head back to the beach, I will be stronger and more able to receive what it has to give- and for now, I will focus on gratitude for what I have at home and all the places I’ll go soon.