Had an outbreak of the Fear yesterday morning driving back from the gym. That was a little rough. Near-hysterics do not mix well with traveling 40 mph on a narrow road with no place to pull off. But the top was down and REM's "Drive" was on the CD player, so, well, there I was. I'm also having no trouble already seeing the gifts even this year's cancer is giving me, but that sliver of wisdom is being offset by my general anger at the whole thing.
Callbacks are now late from both my cancer doctor's scheduler and the cancer case management people at my health insurance carrier. I'll launch followup calls today. calendula_witch continues to be a bedrock of loving support. K—, kenscholes and all my friends and family likewise. If love could cure cancer, I'd be the healthiest son of a bitch in North America.
More when it happens.
|Originally published at jlake.com.|