We were driving home after preschool pick-up, and I'd asked him about his day. As usual, he told me he "played and played and played!" And then, in an adorable pattern I've noticed lately, he's starting to ask things like, "How are YOU, mom?" or "How was YOUR day?" Our conversations are becoming two-way streets, even if those roads often lead to tales about dragon-sauruses who've turned into trolls.
I told Quinn I'd had a "doctor's appointment" (my CT scan), lunch with my friend/book editor, and that we'd gotten good news that day. Just in case you're not on FB/Twitter/within a few blocks of my home where I spent Monday squealing like an excited pig over the news, my oncologist called with my scan results: it was clean. This marks one year of No Evidence of Disease.
We celebrated as a family Monday night, cheers-ing our glasses of wine to Quinn's milk. The twitching in my right eyelid that's been plaguing me since mid-day Sunday has almost stopped. For now, I'm taking a break from my nightly dose of Xanax.
But I've been circling back to Quinn's comment about how busy our lives are, and wondering if we're over-scheduled. I try to give us ample downtime (see: days in front of the TV post-chemo), but I also try to accommodate Quinn's requests to spend time with friends, introduce him to new activities, and maintain a semblance of routine. We still go to swimming once a week. We just planted our fall garden, since that's what you do when it's still 85 degrees outside in November.
On Tuesday morning, we went to our friends' house, where we walked to the nearby Veteran's Day parade. That afternoon, another friend dropped her son off for a few hours so she could make it to a meeting (school was closed). By bedtime, Quinn was fried, and it showed.
So, with my good news and the holidays approaching (because when could be a better time for trying to slow things down, amiright?), I'm going to work on making our lives slightly less busy, slightly less anxiety-ridden, slightly less scheduled and see what happens. The flip side of that coin is I'm looking at adopting a dog, though, so maybe we will still be the busiest people ever, just with more slobbery kisses.