Yet another year has passed (almost), and I’m afraid I’ve done a frightful job of posting. Life is busy. It’s mundane. It’s good though. Quiet.

The cancer treatment for my wife has gone phenomenally. Official diagnosis was on 5/5/22. Began chemo beginning of June. Finished chemo in November. Double mastectomy mid- December. All clear note given just before New Years. She is now just going through immunotherapy to rebuild her immune system from the chemo treatments, with reconstruction surgery scheduled for the one year anniversary of her diagnosis. Aside from hair loss, and fatigue, she’s had no major complications, illness, or even nausea. This really has been the best experience given the circumstances that she’s had. She continues to heal, physically. Mentally, she is doing well, but I think that recovery may take longer. She’s been out of work for 10 months and misses the comradery and friendship of her co-workers. She’s anxious to get back into it to say the least.

Me? How am I doing? I work a lot. I get up at 3:30 am everyday. Work doing things for my business. Leave the house at 6:30 am, work till…well usually about 6:30 pm then drive home to arrive between 7:15 pm - 7:30 pm. Couple hours with the kids, let the wife tell me about her day, and pass out between 10:00 pm and 11:00 pm. My schedule doesn’t allow a whole lot of down time. I’m behind in things that I need to do. Don’t have much time for things I want to do. I’m surviving, but it isn’t much of a life. I’m content as usual, but do feel a general lacking in life. I keep telling myself “You’re doing this now, while you can, to make it so that you don’t have to or need to when you’re older.” I’m 43. Not too young, but young enough to be able to survive on the 4-5 hours a night of sleep that I get.