Normal meaning: no bowel disruption, no excessive fatigue, a general sense of well-being, and me wondering how late I should stay up while not having the least thought about cancer, chemotherapy or body/health issues.
It passed, of course, as these things do and will. Some months will come and go before feeling normal becomes a normal feeling for me. But by damn, I can see it from here.
Also, thinking about goals, as is customary for year-end in the blogosphere. I'll have a post, never fear, but might wait til next week to make it so that more than five of you will actually read it. (Things get pretty quiet around here over the weekend and on holidays.) But of course, I only have one real goal: stay alive and healthy. And it's more of an ambition, since I can't control the outcome of that goal through my actions or choices.
For now, I'll settle for normal.