So much for trying to post more regularly again. It’s the first week of the year and I’m already off to a terrible start. I went back to work this week, though, for the first time in six weeks or so. At first it was hard to get back in the swing of it, but once I did, I couldn’t stop. I was a programming madwoman!
I love my job. I really, really do. I maintain several databases that I created from scratch, and those are my babies. I love seeing them grow and do great things. I work with others that I manage but didn’t create—those are the challenging ones. Those I inherited are like giant puzzles sometimes, and I have to figure out what the original programmer had in mind and why things were done a certain way. I’m like Sherlock Holmes but I’m a girl. And I use a computer. And I don’t have a sidekick. But am I the biggest nerd ever? I think I just might be.
Anyway, I have a couple of large projects ahead of me at work, and I’m excited to get going on them. But first I’m catching up on the not-working-for-six-weeks thing. Then I can move on to the really fun stuff. Happy happy.
Work is my excuse for not posting more this week, because I’ve been away from home much more than what had become normal. But there’s a milestone I passed the other day that I think deserves a mention.
Tuesday—the day before yesterday—marked three weeks since my last chemotherapy treatment. I was on the three-week chemo schedule, and went in faithfully every third Tuesday for more than a year. Now that I’ve missed a third Tuesday, I feel like I’m really moving beyond cancer treatment. I’m hoping to get rid of most of the nasty, lingering chemo side effects and start feeling like me again—less fatigued, less achy, more energetic and overall just plain happier. Get out of my way!
It’s a cool thing, having kicked cancer’s ass.
I shall enjoy the rest of my life even more now, thankyouverymuch.