Celebration Time

We won a great race this past week. It got uncomfortably close for a bit and I did not know if I could go any more. Luckily we have a good team and were able to motivate each other and push ourselves to the limit. If our drummer wasn’t as good as she is, we might have lost. She was able to keep us on the winning pace, and we got the job done with only a couple seconds to spare.

After the race, we made plans to get together that evening at our flag catcher’s house. Her name is Victoria. She just moved into a new house and wants the whole team to come over and celebrate. I haven’t been out in ages and it certainly sounded like a good time. Before cancer, I did this all the time—visited with friends. Maybe we sat around with cups of coffee or a glass of wine, perhaps we’d go out to dinner or to see a movie. Sometimes that seems like a lifetime ago. For so long it was just about surviving the day, or even that moment, and I couldn’t even imagine having the opportunity to do something like this again. It is nice to feel like the old me, to do the things like this.

I may have taken a little bit longer than I should have to decide on an outfit. I chose a black cowl neck tunic, a pair of white leggings, and a pair of gold sandals. I told myself there was no point to saving nice clothes for a special occasion if it meant that it might hang in my closet forever (yes, I know, spoken like a true cancer survivor—nobody is guaranteed tomorrow). With all the wardrobe changes, I ended up getting there later than I had originally planned. The party was already in full swing by the time I got there. I wasn’t the last team member to arrive, but I was pretty close. Also, I realized a little late that I went a little too fancy with my clothing, judging by all the denim and athletic shoes everyone else was wearing. I got some nice compliments, though!

We all got the tour of the house, which is gorgeous. The backyard is especially nice. There was a pergola with seating underneath. Victoria had hung lanterns down from the top of the pergola and it looked beautiful and inviting. I made my way over there and sat with some teammates. We talked about the win and caught each other up on personal stuff. As the sun set, the night got cooler, and Victoria put a small, portable propane heater on the side table next to me to help keep us all warm. It was small enough that it didn’t obstruct my view of anyone and it certainly kept us all toasty warm. Victoria ended up sitting near me so I asked her about it. She told me it runs on little propane canisters, which are cheap to buy and means there are no cords for people to trip over. She also mentioned that she’s even taken it camping before. I probably would have had to leave much sooner if she hadn’t brought it out for us—it added probably another two hours to the party! Now I’m thinking of getting one for my backyard.

It was a really good day that turned into a great night. I am so thankful that these women have come into my life, regardless of the circumstances I met them under.