Going Nomad

Chris and I are in the middle of Season Two of Sons of Anarchy. The Sons’ motorcycle club is in trouble, and to preserve the club, and himself, the main character decides to go nomad—to leave the group and strike out on his own until things go back to normal.

These next 19 days I’m doing my own version of going nomad. Before anyone gets alarmed, this does not involve me leaving on a Harley. What it does require though is a complete focus on staying healthy so that I can get my last round of chemo at full-dose.

For the first five rounds I’ve been able to hold it together within the framework of how our family works—bed-times, meals, even hanging out with the family have all felt pretty close to normal. Now, my sole purpose is remaining as strong as possible until December 8. If I’m tired, I lay down, if I’m hungry (or not) I eat (or not), I stay away from anyone with even the slightest sniffle, and I check off my days one at a time until this is done. My family is extraordinarily understanding. And we all know as soon as these 19 days are done I’m back in the club.

Here’s Josie in her new raincoat. After eight years of walking our last dog Mizque in the rain, and dealing with an unhappy dog and very muddy house, we decided to try a new approach. Josie is not pleased.