Hold Tight and Pretend It's a Plan

I am announcing that the Couch blog is going to take a break. It has served its purpose and I am so glad that some people have been interested enough to keep reading even though the subject matter has wandered far from its origins. If you want to continue to read my occasional stories, then come on over to Postcards From Home, a blog that was started in 2015 for Jon's mother Lilah and which continues now for my own mother and anyone else who wants to come along. postcardsfrom9697.blogspot.com

A year ago today, February 5, I had an endometrial biopsy because there were unsolved mysteries in my belly. A week later we learned that I actually had cancer and one week after that they took it all out.  It was the shortest distance between diagnosis and treatment/cure that one could imagine. I like to say that I had cancer for six days.  And that was how this blog got rolling. I entertained myself from the couch for weeks with this. At the end of March I was given permission to get back in the swimming pool, which was the best news ever and also during that month I started to go for acupuncture naps. By April, I was back to my two-farm life and my calendar tells me I went to Loudoun twelve times that month. It was a delicious spring and we charged into it, planting things early and getting away with all sorts of risky farmer behavior. Way back when I was taking pain meds, Jon repeatedly said that I was unusually effusive. And I said that wasn't irrational, it was a rea...