As I caught a glimpse of my very short chestnut hair with (what I’m calling) blonde highlights ;) I was reminded how different [and similar] things were in our household one year ago. I certainly didn’t think I would be sitting here during what feels like an apocalypse on THIS date. I was, after all, quarantined for a much different purpose one year ago... I had walked in and out of that clinic at least 47 times [I have the parking ticket to prove it], half of which were for Chemo infusions, another handful for scans, several more for check ups, four more for surgeries, and few more beyond that for diagnostics, nurse education and post op visits. In total I’d gone to over 100 appointments. I just stopped counting my records after that. I had a mile high of paperwork, each one representing another appointment and I'm quite certain that if I laid each piece of paper out in a line it would literally be the outline for a 5K fun run- minus the fun. Just a few from "the s...