Nashville

It was another first this week when I didn't travel home from an "adventure" with Michael or he wasn't happily waiting to pick me up at the airport. Overall, I did much better than I expected other than changing flights at Houston Hobby on my flight home. I was emotional remembering the countless trips we made to MD Anderson - the pre-MRI anxiety as we stepped off the plane to head to the clinic and the relief on all but one occasion when we waited at the gates to fly home. 

Nashville was kind and it was comforting being with friends, several of which I haven't seen in many years but were mentors early in my career. I pulled off some sightseeing on my own, enjoyed some great food, caught up with my childhood friend (Sheridyn), and began one of what I'm sure will be much needed times to just "dance it out." I feel a bit awkward learning to walk again at 44, but walk again I will.