As much as we’ve enjoyed the jokes, the last 6 weeks has been some of the hardest days we’ve ever had in our 23 years together. I’m in constant awe of Jeremy’s strength and determination. We’re celebrating his last day of treatment today and keeping all our positive vibes that in a few weeks we get the news we want. Thanks for allowing us the space to grieve and cope in the way we know best: by being absolute fools about it. We’re finally heading home tomorrow where I get to wear muumuus and frolic in my garden 🙌 Tolerate you all ❤️
Since Jer’s been hogging all the medical attention lately, I figured it was time for a little ME time. And by “me time,” I mean making sure ME sticks around for a long time. It’s not the same as what Jer’s going through, but colon cancer is one of the fastest-rising cancers — especially in younger people. And as a celiac, I’m no stranger to stomach issues. I learned early: there’s zero shame in talking to your doctor when something feels off. People love to complain about the prep for a colonoscopy — but I’ll take an uncomfortable 24 hours over missing out on years of life. Worth it. So go ahead: let them take a little lookie-loo up the poop chute. Your future self will thank you. Tolerate you.
Replying to @Cynthia Nichols882 in that case, here’s a video just for you. All jokes aside, we’re sitting there with you warrior, stay strong. Put yourself first ❤️
Some good news: my latest scan shows the treatment’s working and things are improving. The doctors are thrilled, mostly because I’m apparently very good at following instructions. (Take that, Darcy.) I’ll be starting up another round of treatment and hotel life in a few weeks, but until then I plan on fully enjoying feeling like a functional human—and reclaiming my rightful place as King of Bossing Darcy Around. He’s missed it. (He won’t admit it, but he cries when I don’t micromanage.) But also, thanks to Darcy for stepping up and taking control. As terrifying as that is to witness, it’s honestly been beautiful watching you fumble through chaos with the confidence of a raccoon in a dumpster full of fireworks. You’re doing great, sweetie. Please stop calling yourself my nurse. Xoxo Jer Baer