At the end of June, we took off on a vacation. Really. This wasn’t a trip to Tampa to visit the kids and grandkids….although those are nice. This wasn’t a short trip to the mountains or a quick run to the beach on a tolerable overnighter.
This was a trip to Florida’s gulf coast to a resort that was really nice. We shared a 3 bedroom condo with Aerin’s family but had our own private suite. The resort had a private beach with cabanas and several pools – along with some other nice amenities.
It was a brief celebration that the major part of my treatment is done.
I had to be careful of the sun since I was only 6-7 weeks out of radiation, but I did fine with 50 and 70 sunscreen and occasional shade.
I had the chance to relax some, renew some and rest in the joy that I was with 10 people who care about me and take care of me. And that is a vacation of a different sort. A vacation from worry. A vacation from stress. A vacation from feeling like everyone was looking at me like a patient – or victim.
And I’ve never really taken a vacation where I was taking leave of all of these things – as related to a cancer diagnosis. And it was amazing. It defined vacation in a totally different way for me.