As I pulled into Costco today, it occurred to me that I didn’t know where to park. This repeated itself for each errand I had to run today – Costco, Sprouts, the gym … Since shortly after moving to California, I’ve been going through breast cancer treatment and recovery. And shortly after starting treatment I asked for an  ADA (handicap) parking permit. I was very glad to have the permit when chemotherapy fatigue started to settle in. It made the difference between doing an errand or two and not doing them. Then when neuropathy pain because a problem, again, I was very glad to be able to use the permit. That permit expired yesterday, and this time, I finally feel well enough to not renew. I’m not fully recovered. I still have some signs of neuropathy – but it is not nearly as bad as it was. This is a huge stepping stone in my recovery. It does, however, mean that where I am used to parking is no longer available to me. I now need to figure out new strategies for finding a parking space!

Feature image by Steve Johnson available at: https://www.flickr.com/photos/artbystevejohnson/4610457832