But the better news is that I need a haircut! I'm starting to resemble Yoda with wispy white fuzzy places that need to be styled into place. It's almost a rite of passage when a bald cancer survivor needs her first real trim.
I hope I never have to go through chemotherapy again. I'm at the point where most of my life is back in place - school starts in less than two weeks, I'm getting to Juvenile Hall consistently, I can walk daily and I no longer need naps. I lost a couple clients along the way, but I've had a great summer with Youngest Grandson, finally went camping after more than a year hiatus, made the trip to Honolulu in May and my tomatoes are thriving.
I'm basically back where I was a year ago when things started falling apart and I never, ever want that to recur! I wish my life didn't feel so precarious, always living while waiting for the other shoe to drop. It sounds so faithless, and it's no way to live, but that's what I'm experiencing these days. Waking up in pain, as Steve said, It's scary whenever I hurt, however innocuous.