I could not hate cancer more if I tried

because yesterday it took my aunt, Betsy, 56 years young, after just a 4 1/2 month battle. By the time they found it, it was already hugely metastasized to her liver. She never had a chance. Thank goodness for Massachusetts Health Insurance, which at least allowed her to fight with dignity and without pain.

One day I will resume writing again, though at one year and one week since my accident, I’m still not able to run. Somehow writing about the elliptical is just not as fun, or as interesting. Now that it’s cold and dark (and I live in scary Northern VA and not lovely, rolling, rural NC) I am also off the bike. Writing about my 40-minute walk with the dog just seems to pale in comparison to my old ironman jaunts and tales.

Happily, I am no longer an employee of the US Government, so at least I can write about things and go to political rallies without fear of retribution.

And no pantyhose. Ever.