Last March (2014) I was diagnosed with cancer. Now, over a year later I look back. First of all, I count myself lucky. I was diagnosed early and I lucked into a superb physician who helped us deal with all the aftermath. I say us because Ed was my rock. I am so lucky to have had him by my side. I’m lucky to have been working at a job that not only provided insurance but let me be “sick.” I was able to check out and heal. I also had magnificent support from our kids and family. So now, I’m so happy to literally dig in and get my hands dirty. Although I sort of did some farm work during all my treatments, my efforts were minimal. Now I have so much more energy. There are still many issues with recovery, but I am enjoying my possibilities. I left my “desk job” at Cornell and I don’t regret that. I’m prioritizing my own time. It feels like a wonderful luxury. What’s next?