8/26/15. The post where Mom reminds me how to fight like a girl.

8/26/15: trying to get back into the swing of things.  We got home from our vacation Friday night and immediately shifted back into panic mode.  Houseguests, hosting a charity wine tasting event, and then beginning final preparations for our upcoming annual music series fundraising gala.  After a whirlwind weekend, going to the office Monday morning was almost a relief.  Almost. 

My foot hasn't been any happier about returning from vacation than I have been.  A combination of wearing "real" shoes, daily workouts, humidity, and frenzied activity has caused a fairly decent flare up. But nothing I can't handle. Because I am my mother's daughter.  

Mom finished her last radiation treatment today.  We didn't know until yesterday that today would be the last one.  You may remember from my last post that she'd had a setback. I didn't share any details then, but at the end of what was supposed to be six weeks of radiation, her medical team discovered they had not been radiating exactly the right location, so the tumor was not gone.  They gave her the option of taking a break to recover while they worked out plan B.  But taking a break is not what she had in mind.  She didn't miss a day of treatment.  They recalculated the radiation points and she muscled through.  Which was a good decision, because the new points worked like a charm.  And today, we got an email with a subject line that said, "We got it!"  Best email ever.  Maybe not the end of the story, but the end of a chapter.  And what a great way to end it!

You're never too old to learn a life lesson from your mom.  You're also never too old to learn a new song from your mom.  You may know it already, but here is a link for times when you need a fight song:

http://youtu.be/xo1VInw-SKc.  (Sorry you have to watch an ad. Guess it's the price we pay for all this fancy technology.)  Bring it on, RSD.  'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me.