When the diagnosis rolled in and I realized what the treatment schedule was going to look like, I made a list of all my spring and summer plans to figure out what to cancel. Which was pretty much everything – there’s no way to take a break in the radiation course, nor to move it to another clinic. Because I’ll need the custom-fit fiberglass mask that will strap my head down in perfect position and be bolted to a tray that will clip into the radiation toboggan, and because it’s essential that the radiologist have consistent experience with patients, I can’t go anywhere for two months once treatment begins. Add in recovery time, and we can pretty much call it three months.

So I canceled plans for a couple of organized rides, told my parents I wouldn’t be able to visit Morro Bay for a while, and told Ward that backpacking was out for me this Spring.
That left the annual work ski trip, which always happens in late March, and is a highlight of the year for me. We love to do one day of snowboarding/skiing, and one day of snowshoeing, eat a lot of great food, and get to know people in other departments. But when I brought it up with the oncology surgeon a couple of weeks ago, he surprised me by saying “You have to go – it’ll be a great outdoor experience to remember when you’re in the thick of things, and a reminder of what you want to get back to when this is all over. ” Good advice. Turns out he’s an active snowboarder too.
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