This post will be time-stamped about 8:00am EST. Here in San Francisco, it's actually about 5:00am. I estimate my body-clock is somewhere around PIttsburgh.
I went to bed (and almost immediate sleep) at about 9pm PST and slept soundly until about 4am. Feel pretty good right at the moment, all is quiet around the place. I love the smell of silence in the morning.
I still feel triumphant from the events of yesterday, even though that feeling is tempered by the knowledge that there almost certainly is more work to do. It is cancer. We would have to be extraordinarily lucky to have it turn out a successful surgery ended this sordid little affair. In fact, personally, I don't believe for a moment that it did.
But since this is cancer, you have to take your triumphs, large or small, whenever and however and wherever you can find them. So yesterday was a good day. Today will be a good day.
With luck, tomorrow will be a good day too.
Or, maybe not.
Welcome to the Wide Wide World of Cancer, which isn't too different from any other world you live in, of course, except in the Wide Wide World of Cancer they can give you an actual scientific name for whatever happens to be killing you or your loved one at the moment.
Never forget that you, too, at every moment, are dying. This is a handy way to keep reminding yourself you are alive.
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