Today the wee one and I went to the train station to pick up Pace. It's been a year and a half since the three of us were together under one roof and not under the specter of cancer. It's a homecoming, a family reunion and like waking up from a bad dream.
I was looking at Pace and she is a different person, and I'm not talking about the breast reconstruction, battle scars and now curly hair; even though she's finding her old dresses don't fit quite right through the chest. She's more focused and driven; plain and simple.
We re-introduced ourselves of the neighbors at the playground and Kim immediately remembered Pace. We talked about trying to find an acceptable day care facility and other mundane things. Everything felt new and "normal" at the same time.
Cancer found its way into the conversation as a friend of Kim's got breast cancer at 30 just before her wedding. Reminds me of a saying Marcus Spellar told me. "There was a man who complained because he had no shoes until he met a man who had no feet."
We ended up eating a lukewarm dinner as the wee one required attention just as I served the plates. Things are definitely settling back to normal.
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