(Author's note: This was my final journal entry. I thought of writing a wrap-up, but now ... I'm not sure. I'm frankly tired of that story. I vowed to finish what I started, posting all of my journal. It's almost a year later, and I'm doing pretty darn good. Even starting to make a few putts.
I have another short story brewing, so I won't be disappearing from RR. Thank you kind readers and those of you who have gone out of their way to show their kindness. Special thanks to the incorrigibly nice Jane Wilson, who's become a good friend and a helpful sounding board.)
I returned to work yesterday for the first time in more than four months. I spent only five hours in the office and did not get much accomplished, but it felt good to be back. Lots of folks stopped by and told me how glad they were to see me, which was heartening.
Today? I'm home, exhausted after making the trip down the hill for radiation. It's going to take a few more weeks before I'm ready for something approximating a normal schedule.
The great thing is I have a couple of interesting stories for which I've been assigned, which provided some motivation for getting stronger.
I pushed myself Saturday by watching a high school baseball game, hitting a small bucket of golf balls and then helping coach a 14U game that evening. That proved far too much and it took two days to recover.
My hope is to head to work tomorrow after radiation. We’ll see. I don’t have any choice but to take everything one day at a time.