a really good week

I just had a great week! not only was it my strongest week of the 3 week cycle, but my blood count went up and I feel much better. Maybe it's all of that meat from last week. Even better, my aunt came to stay for a few days and having someone so supportive and caring around, is a great blessing.
I finally managed to get out of Boca for two days: we got in the car and drove up to Sarasota. After a near fiasco due to a misleading booking, we managed to organise a hotel right on the beach with a room facing the water.  You could stand on our balcony and jump into one of the swimming pools that seperate the hotel from the sand.  We chose to sit out there and drink in the gorgeous view. Fishermen, walkers, picking up seashells, funny birds of every variety and size and of course sunset and swimming. The hotel supplied us with huge deck chairs and when not lazing on them, we had a great time in the warm water. The waves on the Gulf of Mexico are very gentle, especially for one who remembers the rush of water at Muizenberg and the icy cold torture of Clifton. In South Africa, a wave gives you a zetz and fly into the depths, but here, it was all kindness - exactly right for oldies and sickies.
There is no such thing as me going anywhere and not having at least a little look for antiques, but Sarasota was a disappointment in that department. We made up for it by having lunch in the Amish area at a restaurant called Yoders, which confirmed that Amish food is as bland and boring as you would not wish to imagine. They do make nice quilts tho and I was tempted, but resisted a great offer. How much 'stuff' does one need?
I am cooking a great big pot of supper. All 3 kids are home and my bruv is due in any moment. A lot of guests expected on Sunday and then finally, the unbelievable: Monday is my last big chemo of this session. I am told that I will never be cured, but hopefully, the Herceptin will keep the cancer at bay until I reach a ripe old age. Perhaps there will be new breakthroughs before then. I can just hope and pray. Meanwhile, I hope that when it comes, I will be ready for the next world.
It also turned out that while I may not have a full mastectomy, I will need plastic surgery, so, on Wednesday,  I am going to see a doctor, who, coincidentally, I know from my old shul. His mother knew my late grandmother in Cape Town, so it is a very small world.