In the past ten days, waiting for my toe to fully heal, and waiting nervously on a dermatologist appointment to survey something my podiatrist said looked "suspicious" I spent a lot of time thinking how I would want to spend my time if it was melanoma. I went and made a reservation for a yurt at a local state park on the spur of the moment. Sat on the deck all day with a great view of the lake, my husband and youngest son brought the dog over and joined me for a hike, dinner and a campfire. Husband ran son and dog home ( dogs not welcome in yurts, son welcome but working on Eagle Scout he gets enough camping without going with us.). Listened to the rain all night long, cleared off in morning, we made and ate a pound of bacon just the two of us, more deck sitting drinking tea, watching the mist clear over the lake, brought dog back for another walk. Perfect 24 hours.
Dermatologist dismissed spot as nothing to worry about, toe finally showing real improvement, but even if I am not going to die soon I want more days like that! Just being outside instead of at home fretting about the dust bunnies about to take over the house because of my ineffectiveness, or worrying about everyone else's emotional state. It really takes something like a cancer scare to figure out what makes us happy and what drags us down, and to feel entitled to pursue the former and avoid the latter.
Another great topic!