I was hitting .360 when I was diagnosed. I didn't forget how to play while I was recovering. I don't know if the cancer is gone for good. I don't think anyone ever knows, but no one is going to steal my joy for as along as I'm able to play baseball.
After seven years of writing - and working many jobs to support my family - I finally got published.
This idea of trying to repeat a success doesn't interest me. It's only really done to make money.