A year ago on Groundhog Day I had completed 3 chemo treatments and was expecting my next in 5 days. I was writing about things like hair loss and night sweats. Lots has happened since then and I am through with most of that.

I have been off treatment and away from home for a month now and when I get back on Monday I have a week of tests and appointments.The only day without a test or appointment is Tuesday and by the end of the week I expect I will be set to start my next round of oral chemo and will know if there is any sign of active cancer in my system at the moment.

In some ways I feel like the groundhog today. While it is entirely possible that I get good news, a big part of me wants to retreat into my nice warm hole rather than risk finding something scary when I peek out into the sun.