Our graduation ceremony was yesterday. I have to return the monkey suit (graduation regalia) on Tuesday and check in at the office for anything critical in my box, but other than that I'm off work until the fall. Normally this would be a time of great rejoicing and I'd be full of writing plans. But on Monday Lana gets a port put into her chest so she can get her chemotherapy infused, and then the therapy itself starts on Thursday. She'll be getting 5 to 6 hours of treatment, and then will repeat that treatment every 21 days through the rest of the summer.
They told her she will lose her hair; they expect her to get weak and nauseated. They gave her 3 prescriptions for anti-nausea medicine. They told her that her immune system will be weak so she needs to avoid being around folks with any sickness. She's taking a leave of absence from work. She won't be able to feed the birds because of the dust dangers. She has to worry about infections through her fingernails so she won't be able to handle raw foods or do a number of other things she normally does. Despite this information, neither of us really know what to expect. That means I don't really know what my plans are either.
For now, I've gotten a new video game, called Skyrim. It's a fantasy game and so far I'm enjoying it a lot. Not easy to worry when you're in the middle of exploring some ancient burial site and being attacked by skeletons and dragons from all sides. And that's a good thing.