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I woke up feeling great today. It's a beautiful day; my family is still asleep, and I am watching the sun come up and listening to the birds as my husband fries us some eggs and presses me another espresso.

Here's what I can do as of today: I can walk well--better than yesterday. I can write and type well, even on this totally crap Mac keyboard (it loves to jump lines on me--always has). I can think clearly and schedule time. I can read, grade, papers, and manage my classes.

And of course, I can bake a cherry pie! Priorities, don't you know.

Anyway, I never lost any memory beyond those first few weeks in the hospital, when I was pretty much sedated all the time anyway. Thank goodness for that. Wouldn't that be awful? Like losing part of yourself, I would think. So that's all okay. In terms of my muscle coordination I'm still a little awkward, especially in the right half of my body, which lost much of its capacity for sensation. That's right: I have no sense of touch at all in my right hand, and if you tap my right arm I might not notice. And my balance is still off.

So there are some things I still have difficulty doing:

I have to hang on to things to get dressed.

I can stand on one leg, but not confidently.

I can walk well, even fast, although the pavement must be regular.

I'm not supposed to drive.


Here are things that are almost back to normal:

My hair has grown back over most of my head.

I can cook (huzzah!).

I can type, write, use the computer, and do all that same old intellectual stuff I've always done. In fact, I love to sit at my kitchen counter in front of computer, writing, checking the news, and making cup after cup of espresso. Is there any better way to spend a morning?

This is one of the best things I can think of to do, cancer or no.

p.s. random thoughts: have you ever seen a pet fart and startle itself? :-D