It's been 1 year since Dan's diagnosis and a bit over 7 months since we lost him. I'm finally starting to get myself back together.
I went back to work on January 1. I didn't want to go back but in a small office it was tough on everyone else after being actually
out for 7 weeks but mentally out for more than that. I also was working on borrowed time - a concoction my boss came up with to keep me paid since I had used up all my vacation and sick time.
I had no incentive to do much of anything for quite some time. I finally got back into a groove of things. I'm catching up on my newspapers (well mainly the comics). I wrote the appeal for the Medicaid denials. I wrote letters to get more records. And all of it this week. I have some renewed energy.
But I still have 4 months of newspapers to read. And more record requests. And cleaning up the messes of paper that are lying around. But it is supposed to be nice out so I will be sitting on the deck getting some sun and relaxing too.
I am slowly getting back into a routine - paying bills, going out - the routine things. Each day is another step forward in a new normal.