I made it through one year. Yesterday was one year since my surgery. It's kind of like my new birthday, only it's like the first step to the rest of your life. I stopped by the see Elizabeth and drop off some baked goods. She's doing great, looks great, and aside from being tired says she feels fine. I think chemo is a little like a lobster being dropped into a cold pot over a flame. You get sicker as you go, only you don't really feel it until you're really sick. Does that make sense? I remember feeling fine during chemo aside from having bad days, but once you have your last treatment you think, wow, I was really sick. It just sneaks up on you and the effect is cummulative.

I'm having Easter at my house this year, and planning Sophia's 6th birthday. Tomorrow is John's 40th!! He didn't want anything special. We are going to Las Vegas at the end of the month. I've been so busy. So much for taking it easy!