Purely grateful, no whiplash

When we got back from chemo last night, a parent from my son's school had dropped off dinner with the babysitter. They had already eaten, and we got to sit down to a dinner without shopping and preparing or worrying about a thing. Honestly, the kindness of family and friends and colleagues and even near-strangers has been the silver lining in this whole horrible thing. It's hard not to feel lucky even as you feel so unlucky. (Sorry, just a touch of whiplash after all.)