Can It Really Be January Already?

I have just four chemo sessions left before other medical stuff has to happen, but at least I can begin the journey back to chemical health. Chemo makes you tired, screws up your digestive system, nails, occasionally nauseous [at least at the thought of something, if not physically], ridiculous exhausted and, of course, bald. I don’t mind the bald head, I really don’t. I will likely never have long hair again because my fear of going too short is over. Anyway, an MRI and some surgery and radiology is what’s left and I could be done in this year with all of that. Enough of that topic!

All my plans for retirement went out the window last summer 2021, so I’m beginning to look forward to scheduling things to do in the new pandemic (omicron) but, eventually, I would like to do limited excursions with small select groups to dynamo destinations, like Alexandria, Santa Fe, and others. I’m hoping to help my son’s San Francisco group with a killer fundraiser/event, but for now that’s on the back burner and under radio silence lest someone steal that incredible idea.

I’m joining the Indialantic by-the-Sea Garden Club and look forward to helping my bud, Valerie Karis, on her big event. I’m hoping to serve my town in a specific volunteer role, if that comes to fruition. I need to empty my house of everything extra, and so much of it is extra. Let the great purge begin.

I also want to do small but meaningful acts of kindness, alone or with a group of like-minded friends. We need more kindness in the world. The recent Betty White Challenge was a game-changer for animals worldwide. What a gal!