I am home. Back in Chicago. Gathering my wind from the Windy City. A second chance from the Second City. After one hundred and eleven days in New York City for medical treatment, I am home.
My relationship with cancer will forever be evolving. I hope for a clean break. Yet, even when we say goodbye for good, it will take a long time to heal from the forever imprints our time together has made on my being -- a tattoo inked during a four-year (and counting) bender.