7: Dancing with the Red Stag

When we pull down the street I can already see Garrett and Joeys cars waiting on us. We all exit the vehicles, they can tell by the looks on our faces, that its just hugs in the driveway and lets head inside. We let the dogs out, set our stuff down and just let it out. I think the only thing I could get out is " this is going to suck" before I had 2, 200+ pound grown ass, sweaty, hairy men hugging me, and not letting go. I really do have the best friends in the world man, and I'll take all the bad luck in the world if this is what I have to trade for it.

We all know drinking alcohol isnt this best in this situation but, hey, I have a few days left where i can bend the rules a little bit, and If your someone reading this who knows me, bending the rules is the least of our worries :). Emotions are high, the booze helps break down that wall of inhibition, questions start flowing freely and I think everyone is coming to terms with whats a head of us. We all kinda hit an emotional low, and for whatever reason I convince everyone to move furniture out of the living room and we turn on an instructional to the "electric slide", all dancing like idiots in the living room and not a care in the world, for ten minutes we all kinda forgot about what was going on and it was nice. Since this whole things its been nice just keeping track of the positives and dont even acknowledged the negatives, thats temporary but these fun memories will last..... plus we have the video on the security cams.

Its been a rough day, G and Joey leave and Claire and I get ready to turn in, her to our bed, me to the couch. But at least we have a plan, port next week, chemo the following week. Lets rock and roll.