I moved back to my hometown on Monday. It took many months of talking myself into it for many reasons. In the end, my family took over. All I really had to do was give my notice where I was, and prepare. My family found me a place, planned the move and helped me pack and move. It’s a fairly long trip including a ferry. Takes about 5 or 6 hours of travel. I want to thank everyone involved with the move. I could not, in any way, have done it without you. …and I’m still unpacking. That’ll take me a while.

Was is worth it? Less than a week here and yes. It was worth it. I’ve always dreamed of living in a cabin on the water and this is as close as I can get. I can watch the water from my couch and it’s quiet, peaceful, and I can smell the ocean and hear the sea birds. All things that have always helped me feel at peace. My mom lives about 5 minutes away, other family members are really close and town is only about 20 minutes away.

My treatment plan is still up in the air. I meet my new oncologist on July 12th. The downside, is it’s a 3 to 4 hour drive one way to see him. Not sure how that’s going to work yet, but I’ll figure it out. The upside, is it should be the only time I have to drive that far to see him. They’ll assign me a local GPO (General Practitioner in Oncology) I think they’re called, to monitor my care here. Totally different from what I’ve done for the past 10 years. I’m used to dealing directly with a medical oncologist.