And then yesterday, after months of struggle, when everyday seemed as if I'd taken a bath in Gorilla Glue and wearily, stumbled mindlessly forward, a shaft of light rips through the clouds.POOF!
The fog clears.
Energy erupts.
Focus returns.
I have fun.
Free at last! Free at last!
Well, how long will it last?
Days on end, I hope.
Physically my body's a miracle, according to the professionals as I'm told I defy odds with each passing day.
Though my PSA numbers for my Prostate are off the charts and the odds say it's new cancer but there's all these test I have to take first to make certain.
Plus the trip to the plastic surgeon to cut off the new skin cancer.
I'm carrying it well I'm told.
Looking good even!
"He's the healthiest looking person with that much cancer I've ever seen," Laurel writes.
Anyway, I don't care.
I felt good all day yesterday.
And today?
So far ... so good.
