Welcome to the final weeks of 2020. I can only hope that 2021 is an improvement, because this year has had some really miserable moments. And while I know my losses and hardships are nothing compared to the people who have lost lives and loved ones to COVID-19, it has still been a bad year and I am ready for things to get better.

This has been a Cancer of a year, in more ways than one. In March my pathology came back negative – it was fibrocystic changes to my breast tissue, not any sort of cancer. So that was a huge relief. COVID hit and I ended up moving from “working in an office” to “working from home full time” which was a big change. I have worked from home on occasion and always appreciated the flexibility, but I never wanted to do it full time. I liked having the “separation of church and state” between my work life and my home life. But in the grand scheme of things, it was a good thing that I was working from home… because shortly afterwards one of my dogs needed surgery to remove a tumor, followed by three weeks of daily trips to the vet for radiation treatments. Just as she was finishing up her treatments (which were successful, thank goodness), another of my dogs started having seizures and cognitive issues and there was no way I would have been able to leave him every day to go to an office. It turns out he had a brain tumor, and after three months of decline I had to put him to sleep. He had been a part of my life since 2009, so not having my bright, alert, bouncy, waggy baby boy has been hard for me.

I have found myself wanting to journal more lately, but I type better than I write anymore, so hopefully I will post on here more regularly. I don’t know if the ramblings will be of interest to anyone else, but it will help me get them out of my head.