I have breast cancer. I was diagnosed just before Thanksgiving. I had surgery in December, started chemo last Friday, and am looking at at least another five months of active treatment before spending a decade on estrogen blockers. It is bananas. It took a minute to recover from surgery enough to ride a bike, and now I’m tired, worn down, and my whole body aches like somebody beat it with a baseball bat thanks to chemo–not optimal bike riding conditions. But today I took the bike out for the less-than-a-mile ride to R House in Remington for lunch and the a dance class. It wasn’t easy, but I did it, and it made me weep, this reminder that I am still myself, and I will still be myself. That’s what I saw riding my bike around today.
Well, I am back to the blog following a Mardi Gras break. I was on my bike all weekend, but out late, tired, and often a touch too intoxicated to blog. I lost a tooth to some parade beads and took a nasty fall on Decatur Street that left me with a concussion, but all in all, it was a fantastic time. If you haven’t done Mardi Gras in New Orleans, you are missing out. Bring your bike–it made the whole event much more fun to navigate, plus it’s fun to decorate both bike and rider. I spent Mardi Gras day tooling around in a prom dress. Now that’s a fun way to ride a bike.
Halloween is tomorrow, and New Orleans is ready, I think. I was riding home from an evening out with friends and stopped by this house near Washington and Magazine. Continue reading