It's truly more than I ever imagined.
There have been several offers to drive me to and from chemo when Ralph is at work, phone calls, e-mails, a plan to go out tomorrow looking for photo opportunities with my favorite Duchess, hugs, kisses, daffodils...
Last night I went to my first support group meeting. The ladies were wonderful. They ranged from an 18-year breast cancer survivor to an almost two-year survivor.
I met a woman who was diagnosed a few months before I was, and we are both having procedures done Monday morning by the same surgeon.
We joked that we may be roommates Monday night.