Reflection

Today I just read in the Ithaca Times that a friend of mine died of cancer last year. I had no idea that she even had cancer and today I'm reading about the one-year anniversary of her passing. It's an odd thing to get older and witness the passing of more and more people. It's always occurred to me that I would be "old" (what ever that means) before I or any of my peers might be diagnosed with cancer or any other degenerative disease for that matter. And with the culture of this country being so stand-off-ish about death, I guess it only makes sense that, even with my mom's honesty about such things, I wouldn't be prepared for the experience that death affords. Then again, who is prepared for such things.

Due to my choice of topic, I feel it necessary to let you know that I am doing great and even better,

I have not felt the tumor all day today.

And what does that mean in my world? Well, a few weeks ago, I began to feel the tumor every day. The feeling is similar to a stiff muscle - not a lot, but the feeling is definitely present. It was so much easier to deal with it when I couldn't feel it. Suddenly feeling it each day had me a bit anxious. Well, now it seems the opposite it happening. It seems that it could just be shrinking.