Hey, team. I’m sorry I’ve been utterly and entirely silent. Everything fell mostly apart. And now, things are continuing to politely reassemble, like the world’s biggest piece of IKEA  furniture. An OLL FAKDHUP (in aisle 9027782571, beside the linen storage towers and sectional chaise lounges), if you will.

This morning, we heard back from my husband’s doctor that the biopsies (he has to do these every three months for two years) of his tumor site are still unremarkable. He has a boring rectum. This means he has been cancer-free for one year.

I’m not crying, because I’m a robot now. But I’m pretty happy about this. And, (drum roll), I’ve stayed sober the whole time. I’ve missed you. You look terrific. Are those new pants?