Wet noodles.

It's been almost 2 weeks since receiving the news that Alex's PET scan did not show a relapse of cancer. The relief was tangible, palpable. An indescribable kind of weigh lifted immediately. A feeling of euphoria, weightlessness and also suddenly a new quiet. The constant hum of this cancer diagnosis gone.

But as I'm reflecting on it now almost 14 days out, maybe the thing that is standing out to me the most is just how quickly we all pivoted back to "regular" life. How quietly we nodded, exchanging relieved hugs, and moved on. What I might have imagined would have been a moment for ticker tape parades, horns, music, honking, the throwing of confetti, turned into just simple quiet relief. 

I think back to the celebration that spontaneously erupted when at the mid-point of his first 6 months of chemo everything looked really good. The troops rallied and off we went to Sanford's in Cheyenne (cause where else ya gonna go in January)! That was a celebration. Entirely too premature, as it turned out, but the joy was tangible. Now, here we are receiving glorious news like wet noodles. Life is strange sometimes.