I really enjoy working. Working hard. Physically pushing myself until I am tired and sweaty. For no other reason, I suppose, than that I am able to do so. There were times during the winter, when I wondered if I'd ever feel strong again, and each day brings me the satisfied realization that I am strong once more. I enjoy my shower when I get home from work. I could not use my favorite scented soap during radiation. Now that radiation is done, I stand in the shower and revel in the scent of that soap, scrubbing up a rich lather. I enjoy being able to use my regular lotions too, and I slather them on skin that is already beginning to darken in the sun. By the time that I go to bed, I am exhausted and sleep comes quickly. I love those last few moments of consciousness before I drift off to sleep, the tired aches in my legs and my shoulders and my back easing as I relax and stretch, wrapped around my three pillows. And when Tim gets home at midnight, like as not, I will not even hear him, although sometimes I wake up enough to feel his hand rubbing the soft bristles of my new hair, or to feel him kissing my shoulder.