Highways, Retinoic Realities, and the Gospel According to Bozeman

Lessons in solo healing, emotional turbulence, and training for a comeback

This week marked my first full week off infusion treatment and honestly, it was glorious. Not in some “cue the phoenix montage” kind of way. More like: I didn’t have to set an alarm to get stabbed by a nurse. That alone felt like winning.

I played a round of golf at Wasatch Mountain, which is basically Utah’s love letter to golf. It’s been around since t…