Another update!
It's hard to believe that it's been 5 years since my last update. I left the job I had then, went and delivered car parts for a while, had my gallbladder out, worked in a residential mental health group home, and now have been a corrections officer at a prison for well over a year. Who would have thought that 8 years after that cancer experience that I'd be getting a face full of pepper spray and wrestling with prisoners? To be fair, I actually haven't had to wrestle with anyone, and there's always backup nearby, but still, it's a far cry from those days where the chemotherapy and radiation treatments made it so I couldn't walk on my own, or when I needed help getting to the bathroom after my surgery. If you've stumbled across this, hang in there. There's hope and a light at the end of the tunnel more often than it feels like there is. We're all in this together.