Another Fall and another free trip to San Francisco. How did I get so lucky?
Oh! That's right, breast cancer. I'm participating in a focus group regarding that fun fact, along with another group of survivors. The Mikester and I shall be wandering all over the town, and hope to have a revival concert with his OCG (Original Chinatown Guys). They loved his air guitar (sitar?) last year.
My recovery is going well, stable, no hint of any recurrence or issues. Every single day without a trip to Florida Cancer Specialists, Phlebotomy and/or the terrifying imaging scans is a true, remarkable and blessed thing. I never want to lose this feeling - that life is indeed very fucking short, and exactly what you make of it.