Home at last...

I guess my grandma clicked her ruby red slippers because she's back on the farm.
A month after she began the long process of the stem cell transplant, I finally talked with her again. She's weak from the blood loss and intense medical treatment, and a bit frustrated with the slow recovery. (What do you expect from a grandma who lifts weights and runs around her cornfields everyday?) But I can hear the determination in her voice.
I know I'm not nearly as fatigued as her, but I too am tired. Last Saturday I hammered out two hours on the bike followed by a half hour run. (Up and down hills, no less.) But I'm ready to race next weekend. Yes...that's right...NEXT WEEKEND...April 30! The long, arduous days of swimming, biking and running will culminate in a feat of great physical endurance on the Florida beach. My dad will be there to record this miracle with photographs. So stay tuned...