An Eventful Extended Weekend

I just got back home from Vegas, where I spent four fun-filled days with Will, my mom, and Winston. I watched dozens of basketball games (literally), ate delicious vegan food at the Wynn and Encore, won and lost money with slot machines and roulette, and had a great time with my nurses and my pup. I also noticed a change in myself. My appetite got much bigger this weekend, my wounds bothered me less and less, and everything else pertaining to this body of mine seemed to get better and stronger by the day. Some of my best recovery strides were made when I wasn't even paying attention. 

Today, my beloved Blue Devils won a nailbiter against a tough Michigan team. The game came down to the wire, with Michigan's star player missing a shot that would have sent the game into overtime. The ball clanked off the rim, Nolan snagged the rebound (of course), and the buzzer sounded. Relief and joy swept over me at the same time. Winning that game meant that I will see my Duke team again, in person -- on Thursday to be exact, when they play in Anaheim. 

It wasn't just the fact that I'd see them play again that made me so happy. Next Thursday isn't just a big day for the Devils -- it's the day I get my next round of chemo. I had my heart set on the fact that, along with my team, I'd be getting ready for game day. I believed that these next three months of chemo would get off on a meaningful, inspirational start if the first day of treatment ended with a Duke basketball game. I would remember the game and the way our guys played as I barreled through this last part of my cancer-crushing journey.

I got my wish. Game day is set for next Thursday. I'll be there, and so will the Blue Devils.