I am starting to confuse days - except that I know that I cannot hike on the weekends. My days are crazy busy but I'm doing slightly different stuff. In the last couple of weeks I've become significantly more productive, almost to the point of pre-cancer - at least that is what it feels like.
Back on July 6, 2014 -- the day before I started chemotherapy - I wrote about my fears with getting to know others who might one day die from breast cancer.
After the loss of the last year, I find myself hesitant again. Can I handle the emotional hit associated with losing more friends?