Sorry, I know it’s been a while since I have written a blog entry. I have had a few readers asking me if I am OK in the meantime, and I am doing OK; it’s been tough for me lately, but I am hanging in there. I don’t want to go into detail yet; I am not ready, but I will write about it soon as it is important to me to be completely honest about what I am going through.
What can I say? The holidays proved to be more difficult than I had anticipated, so much so that I asked my husband if we could leave town. I couldn’t bear to spend another Christmas away from my Dad, my brother, sister-in-law, niece, and my cousin and his wife. With my Dad turning 90 years old this month and having had some recent medical procedures done, it was best to cancel Christmas. I would never forgive myself if I were the cause of my Dad contracting Covid-19, so I understood the decision; there was no choice.
We decided at the last minute, about a month out, to make plans to go to Jamaica for Christmas. We were excited to get everything booked and planned for our trip, but unfortunately, less than two weeks before departing, we were informed that the resort we wanted to go to was not going to reopen in time for our trip.
We ended up going to Turks & Caicos, which was a great decision as we have always wanted to go there but hadn’t had the chance to go yet. I will be honest, I did cry on Christmas day, and I was a little pissy. Even though I was in a beautiful place, I missed my family and needed to vent a bit and move on with the rest of my trip.
Here are a few pictures from our trip; I will post again over the weekend to update you about the check-up appointment I had with my oncologist last Thursday.