I met with the local support group this evening. There are still only three of us. Tonight, Ron brought his wife. Ron and I have one shot left. He is genotype 1, so he is coming up on a year. The other lady has 6 more months.

We were talking about how we can't wait to have energy again. I had heard that as soon as two weeks after stopping the medicine, the energy levels return. The brain fog, too, is getting old. I search for words and sometimes lose train of thought. I feel really slow at times. It's been humbling, to say the least, to deal with an illness that affects one's physical and mental states.

I was sent this joke via email from a friend:

Two 90-year-old women, Rose and Barb, had been friends all of their lives.

When it was clear that Rose was dying, Barb visited her every day.
One day Barb said, 'Rose, we both loved playing women's softball all our lives, and we played all through high school.

Please do me one favor: when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's women's softball there.'

Rose looked up at Barb from her death bed and said, 'Barb, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favor for you..'

Shortly after that, Rose passed on.

At midnight the following Friday, Barb was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to her, 'Barb, Barb.'

'Who is it?' asked Barb, sitting up suddenly. 'Who is it?'

'Barb -- it's me, Rose..'

'You're not Rose. Rose just died.'
'I'm telling you, it's me, Rose,' insisted the voice.

'Rose! Where are you?'

'In Heaven,' replied Rose. 'I have some really good news and a little bad news.'

'Tell me the good news first,' said Barb.

The good news,' Rose said, 'is that there's Softball in Heaven!!

Better yet, all of our old buddies who died before us are here, too.

Better than that, we're all young again.

Better still, it's always springtime, and it never rains or snows. And best of all,

we can play softball all we want, and we never get tired.'

'That's fantastic,' said Barb. 'It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?'

'You're pitching Tuesday!!'

Life is short...
So, Remember to Live Well & Laugh Often!

BTW, I have a softball game tomorrow night. Yes, it's important to live life and make the most of it. You never know what lies around the corner.