Dry and cracked

It occurred to me that this is an apt portrayal of my existence right now.  The landscape is pretty barren; everything is dry around me.  But I'm still here and still green--thanks to sunshine that keeps peeking through and the occasional refreshing shower. I'm thankful every day for my blessings--every ray and every drop.  

Life returns to normal, whatever that is...

Haven't posted for awhile; I'm amazed to see the number of visits to the blog.  Hope some of the visitors have found some reason for hope or humor in their personal journeys.
I'm finding that I'm running out of cancer related things to post.  I've moved on and life is largely getting back to normal.  Doctors visits are now only once every six months, with scans once a year.
I'm feeling better than I have in a long time.  I feel incredibly blessed to have made it to this place. I try to remember that and keep that peace inside of me.  So much of it gets lost in the struggle of day to day life.  We get so caught up in living sometimes that we forget what it means to live.
My heart goes out to those women still out there actively fighting through treatment, or still struggling with the disease and the effects of treatment. I read their stories to remember what it was like. I wish we could all make it through unscathed, and be better for it.