What a Difference Nine Months Make

Most who have read previous entries of this blog know that for me, 2019 was a hell of a year, with the emphasis on HELL. Once my cancer treatment was well underway my daily life had changed so dramatically that I lived hour to hour. What day it was didn’t matter.

Each day began with making sure I ate breakfast and the daily calorie count was underway. After breakfast, a little bit of exercise followed by a shower. Next, a trip downstairs to the family room where much of the day was spent staring down the barrel of a life-threatening disease, clock watching pondering what sustenance would be consumed next, a little TV, some web browsing, more clock watching, a short walk in the yard, dinner, more TV, reading in bed, sleep. Rinse, repeat.

Fast forward to today. Each day begins with…hmmm, never mind, I guess not much has changed after all. Well, one thing has changed, nine months ago I was resigned to the fact that all of my hair was going to fall out. It didn’t and now with social distancing and businesses closed, I’m thinking I might finally get that ponytail I always wanted when I was younger! Stay safe everyone.