I continue to exist. (At least right now.)

My husband is having his last chemotherapy infusion right now. Then, much in the same way one faces a lifetime of not drinking, we contemplate how to be for the rest of our lives.

And like drinking, it’s probably more a question of what we will do than what we won’t.

Eight months. A whole life.

Also, hi. I’ve missed you all, and you look terrific.

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