I cried over a pork chop.

I was in a chemo brain re-training group learning how to not forget allthethings.

My colleague expressed her frustration at being unable to find the pork chops she had prepared for dinner that night.

And I cried and cried.

In usual times, I would have chuckled and said...

I went to our beach home last week.

I’m sure that conjures up magical thoughts for you like

• A week off – so lucky!
• Sunrise walks on the beach
• Roasting marshmallows by the fire pit in the evenings as the sun set over the bay
• Lazy paddles in the kayak on that same bay
• Relaxing lounging...