Dear Diary,

After a rough Sunday that spilled into my morning hours today, I’m starting to feel a bit better. Tears are dry now. Forward.

I have chemo tomorrow, Cardiologist the next day. These are both things I don’t want to do, but I also don’t want to not do them – because any postponement just means I’ll be bald as a peach that much longer. I want to get through to the other side of this and I am so very close to the end of the harder chemo stuff.

I realized today – it felt like a dawning, really – that I’m very nearly able to see the horizon of all this. I’m starting to peek above the bushes and I can just make out some other shapes and colors. I can see some air and some light shining. It’s the horizon.

It never ceases to amaze me just how much I don’t know. I did more research today about Waikiki Beach and the island of Honolulu in general. The research is necessary for the mystery I’m writing, but the more I find out about the place and the people there, the more I really want to go. It sounds just terrific.

Makes me even more glad I decided to make it the scene of a terrible, terrible murder.

See you tomorrow,