A little over three months have passed since my final chemo treatment. I had my first follow-up appointment last week, and it felt surreal walking back into the oncology clinic. There are days when I almost forget that the last eight months were anything other than normal – and then I remember and am instantly thankful to be at this point in recovery! Since the last time we were together, school and all the activities have ended, we’ve beached, and summer has fully descended (and throw my birthday, our anniversary, and Reese’s birthday into the mix as well). I’m actually looking at my calendar to remember what has happened because…