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Move-in day/working for the weekend!

Hi all, provided all goes well, tomorrow is ACTUAL chemo day! I'm still nervous, but I'm feeling SO much better now that my body has had more time to heal from my fertility procedure. And after a really rough week, I also got to have a little hang out time this weekend, so I'm happy about that.

Yesterday was actually a MOVE-IN DAY– my parents are very good parents, and they have decided to rent a place in Brooklyn as I undergo treatment. My mom is retired, so she can be here as much as she wants/needs, and my dad can come up on weekends. A pied-de-terre, if you will! As luck would have it, Greg, who is on our co-op board, found out there was an open apartment on the 7th floor of our building. It took some back-and-forth, but my parents are now our neighbors. Too close for a woman who has been living on her own for nearly the last 15 years? MAYBE. But it's also nice. Here is a shot of the place yesterday:
Shout out to our friend Kevin who helped us retrieve a couch and move the furniture we had already acquired from 2nd floor to the 7th floor, and second shout out to Alan and Austin who helped us bring their errands upstairs this evening! The place is a little worn-in, but Denise is super handy, so she's going to paint the whole place white, fix some holes in the walls, and make it her own. 

In addition to moving in, Greg and I had a good Brooklyn weekend. On Saturday, we went to Clover Club just the two of us and got a cocktail: 

And on Sunday, we went with Kevin and Taylor to Hometown for some live music, wine,  and meat: 

We rounded out the weekend by having Alan, and Austin and Allix and little baby doodus over (that's not his actual name– he's a Milo–though Allix's parents are worried he's going to start to think it is):
All in all, it was busy, but fun. Tomorrow we ride in at MSKCC Brooklyn, wish me luck!


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