I know my output has been skimpy lately. I start running out of energy around noontime. It’s this damned bug we picked up at the (LOL) “rest home.”
Looking back, I see it’s been practically a whole year since I’ve been healthy. Radiation. Chemotherapy. Shave (?) the prostate gland. Poking a tube in and out of the smallest opening in the male human body. Colon surgery. Bad dreams galore. Sleep deficit. And they haven’t yet tackled my busted hip.
I want to ride my bike. I want to play basketball. I want a cat. Are these forever out of reach? I want to get back to work on my books. How wrong is this?
(All right, turn off the self-pity! Information is one thing, moaning another.)
Just take it a day at a time, and you’ll get there. You headed cancer off, and that’s quite the accomplishment.