I am not complaining. Greg and I have had one heck of a magical summer. We have spent the bulk of our time in West Barnstable, Massachusetts. For those of you not familiar with West Barnstable it is situated just a few miles fom the Cape Cod Canal. On Cape Cod. Yes, we have spent an entire summer on Cape Cod. We have visited the beach more than once a week, taken the Cape Cod railroad tour and the Cape Cod canal tour via the Hyline boat, lunched on Nantucket, attended the Wellfleet drive-in for all the summer blockbusters, rode our bikes to the beach, taught Neo to jump the waves at the ocean, eaten more than our share of fresh seafood while Greg supported Cape Cod Beer and I readied myself for the Falmouth Road Race which went off despite a rainy start and an incredibly humid finish.
We have been to Tanglewood to celebrate their 75th anniversary and to Burlington, VT to partake in the Sisters of the Heart dragonboat races. Greg did his first race - a Spartan no less and we saw the Pops once again in Hyannis. The end of my time as a BU grad student is just around the corner - five days to be exact. We will cap the month off by celebrating the marriage of my youngest brother Nick to his beautiful fiancee Haley up in Boston and return to the Cape for a final week of fun and family.
Meanwhile a friend has been diagnosed with breast cancer and faces surgery this upcoming week. September brings the Komen walk and as I celebrate my four years clean, I grow nervous with my semi-annual oncologist appointment only a few days away. A magical summer? It sure will be if I walk away from that appointment without a fear of making it to my five year mark. Doing anything September 9th? Join us in Central Park in your finest pink attire for the Komen Race for the Cure- believe me, it is a cause worth supporting!
