Tomorrow is my first checkup since treatment ended. This means I'm feeling a lot of fear.
In the past few weeks I've gone hiking in search of fall, eaten apple donuts and reveled in sunset-colored mums. I stayed awake through all of my husband's birthday party. I went on a great field walk and found a dozen baby snakes. Mostly I've been sick, but the kickass days are slowly outnumbering the bad.
I need to sleep.