Eleanor will be a butterfly. She is one of the most verbal of her classmates, and possibly one of the older kids. She will not be long with the butterflies before becoming a ladybug. In the meantime, the butterfly teachers are fantastic, and Eleanor has already found some favorite activities. Today was her third practice, and she stayed with the butterflies all by herself for a whole hour. She didn't even cry! I think she'll do well with the increased socialization once she adjusts to the new faces and things.
Azalea will be a dragonfly. Today was her first practice with the dragonflies, so Ian stayed with her. He was VERY impressed by the education-quality of the dragonfly care. As a mechanism to dismiss the kids to the next activity, the teacher asked them to name what letter certain words started with. When an "A" word came up, she piped up, "And MY name starts with the letter A!" It was a proud moment for both father and daughter. Tomorrow she will have a practice all by herself. She is SO ready for this change.
Ian and I think the hardest part about the daycare transition will be the sister relationship. Azalea and Eleanor are best friends, but now they will be in separate classrooms. I think this will be good for the big girl, but the little girl might suffer at first. It will be good that the learning is tailored to their respective ages; I just hope we've laid the foundation for the outstanding sister relationship so that it continues. Forever.
Me? Thankfully I don't think I have any changes, except supporting my family members through theirs. I am biking to work almost every day (no more lung tightness--that's a pleasant change), and my hair is so long that I really ought to get a haircut (another pleasant change). I am being productive at work and home, from manuscripts being reviewed at scientific journals (change) to having the toy room all organized and tidy (change). My range-of-motion is even good enough that I can reach the top shelf (change). I feel so good that I'm taking a road trip this weekend to Ann Arbor for a wedding (change).
I still have herceptin treatment every third Wednesday, but it's not so bad. I bring a project, and I have lots of friends at the clinic. It's almost a social engagement. Almost. My last treatment will be the first Wednesday of November. Let the count down begin. And then we'll start a countdown until port removal, which will be at my discretion but probably not until at least October 2012 (40% chance of recurrence of inflammatory breast cancer in the first 1-2 years, therefore why rush the port removal?). Ah, port removal. The best change of all.
right arm 12
left arm 6
right breast 2++
left breast 1+
T9 vertebral body 1
superior vena cava 1