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June 10, 1984 AM
I’ve decided to write a little every day now, to help savor this time, to help me pay attention to how much or little quality time I’m buying with chemotherapy.
Yesterday was wonderful. We (the family) gave Taylor a surprise party to celebrate his finishing 6th grade and to support how well he is doing in school. He was really surprised.
We all had horns and squirt guns. We grownups were shooting each other just like a bunch of silly kids.
Taylor opened his gifts, and then we all went swimming. It was so delicious to get wet and laze in the sun watching the pool play . . .
Mom Barbara drove me to Stanford Medical Center where the oncology staff evaluated my films, slides and records from Kaiser. They completely support the diagnosis and treatment plan. Now we know we are doing all we can. The hard thing about going to Stanford is that the Doctors told me that this kind of cancer isn’t curable and it never goes away. No one ever survived. I can expect 1 - 5 years of life.
I guess I’d better plan for one and if I continue to live it will be wonderful. One year seems so short a time. Each day of feeling well is so precious. I keep wanting to be with the people I love . . .