These last two weeks have been a blur.
I’ve been trying to help out my husband as he’s struggled with weight loss and residual pain.
He’s meeting the oncologist this week to try to figure out what’s going on — and next steps.
And the clock has been ever ticking down as we’ve stared at tomorrow’s date as our D.C. departure time.
I’ve been dreading this Oliver goodbye, and more possible bad news on David’s health front, so I’ve been trying to keep busy.
I’ve been cooking for my crew.
And that means all of us.
There’ve been countless hours doing research and dorm shopping.
We’ve been soaking in the sun with Porter at various spots around town.
Along the river just south of downtown.
And at Thousand Acres with its wonderful place to swim (and pick wild blackberries).
And I’ve been making Chex Mix — my nervous-eating go-to for years.
And sharing it with all in my mini-universe (including many strangers!).
The only thing left to do has been going with Oliver to revisit some of his favorite casual places to eat around town.
He’s dictated where we’ve been eating, and nostalgia and simplicity have reigned supreme.
So there’s been lots of dude food.
Wings at Fire on the Mountain.
Burgers — at Little Big Burgers.
And PDX Sliders.
And lots of pizza.
And Scottie’s — my personal favorite.
So much good eating, but sadly my husband couldn’t join us for any of this. Every time I’d take the three of us out we’d try to enjoy every meal to the fullest but we’d both enter and leave with heavy hearts.
When one of your tribe is hurting, you all hurt.
Damn. It’s been a hell of a summer.
And the timing for our lives to implode with David’s illness couldn’t be worse.
And now is it really possible that we’re really leaving for D.C. tomorrow?
And how is that it seems that in a blink of an eye we’ve gone from this kid (clearly in the middle)
to this college freshman?
Damn, this next week is going to be hard.
I’ll be watching Oliver say goodbye to his Dad and dog (and home), David’s big doctor visit, and then Charlotte and I kiss Oliver goodbye as he embraces his new life.
And then Charlotte and I head back to Portland with one less family member.
And I have to try to make sense of that to a dog who lives and breathes Oliver 24/7 and will be mystified by Oliver’s absence.
I’m so so grateful that David’s ex, Anita, an amazing woman I’m grateful to call a friend, has offered to come up from S.F. to stay with David while he goes to the doctor and keep him company while we’re out off launching Oliver.
Heavy hearts — and gratitude.
And lastly, as always, I welcome prayers for strength, health, safety and courage. We will all need it.
I’ll check in after D.C. on what must surely be a tear-logged keyboard.