The Honest Courtesan

I expected the first couple of weeks of Grace’s chemotherapy to be difficult, but last week was positively grueling.  On Monday I had to get up two hours before dawn to get Grace to surgery to install a “power port” below her collarbone so the chemo won’t require as much needle-sticking; of course they didn’t actually take her in until 11, despite telling us she had to be there at 8:30 (we had already done all the admission paperwork the week before).  And then there were minor complications, so she wasn’t back in the room until 2, forcing us to postpone that day’s scheduled radiation treatment.  Then on Tuesday it was raining cats and dogs all day, and after I left Grace at the clinic so I could get groceries, somebody decided he didn’t need to yield the right-of-way to me despite the fact that he had a stop sign and I did not (he was wrong).  Luckily, I was only doing 25; unluckily, the pavement was much too slick to slam on brakes, and there was someone coming the other way.  The damage is limited to what you see here, and his insurance company has already accepted liability, but now I have to go through all the crap of finding someone to fix it during the holidays.  And though the car is still completely roadworthy, accidents always upset me out of proportion to the damage.  Still, I’m not going to let this mar my Christmas.  And since I had to go to Seattle two days after the accident, at least my driving until mid-January will be strictly local.