Aching legs, ankles and feet

Today my friend Ginna married Edward. I've always thought that Ginna was beautiful, but today . . . she was the quintessential bride in every way. Absolutely glowing, in an elegant wedding gown, and crying often enough to let us know she was overcome with happiness.

After standing on the pulpit holding up one of the chuppah poles for a period of time I discovered that my legs were not happy. This has been happening a lot lately, and it feels very similar to the way my lower half ached when I was getting Taxol during chemo. Maybe this is related? Getting up from sitting is just as painful as sitting down. I must look like an old lady when people see me doing these things.

Tomorrow I will be having lunch with my cousin Sally who still lives in the Philadelphia area. She is here primarily to visit her son, Dave, who works at Industrial Light & Magic, and his wife, Jen, a professional photographer. My family attended Dave and Jen's wedding high up on a hilltop in Sonoma, I think. Now that was one glorious wedding. I look forward to seeing all three of them.

This week I have an appointment at the radiation place, and that's when I will find out when my daily appointments will be.

My moving-in date will now be something like the last weekend of the month. It will be Father's Day when I get the keys. I am anxious to see all the furniture I'm being offered, but I need to measure the rooms exactly so that I don't take more than I need.