Coming up on the anniversary of the “phone call”.

Today has been such a weird day. As I watch Donald Trump get inaugurated, I keep thinking about the anxiety I had in May, wondering if I would even wake up from the June surgery to see Donald and Joe debate. It is weird how the little things still trigger you.

We have a little trip planned to Jamaica in a few weeks, a celebration of the year we’ve had, the 25th wedding anniversary in June that was celebrated with a low-key camping trip as I was functioning with no thyroid, no medication, and waiting for a fateful surgery to remove a “cancerous thyroid” that turns out was removed in April. But hey, it is not the fault of the hospital or a negligent Dr. P.