The last few months of no blog postings exist in my mind as "negative space." There's content in the void. Much of the invisible discourse could be filed under "I don't want to talk." Introspection maybe.
I've been cancer free for a year. Every six months, I dance on the head of a pin, waiting for blood test results, tumor marker indications, CT scan results. Cancer check ups are difficult for most survivors. Our freedom, physical independence, future on the planet is either validated or threatened.
There's nothing like the validation of a CT scan. Throw away your crystal ball! The results are crystal clear.
Whew! Great sigh of relief!
Back home, I wake up. Instead of hitting the snooze, I move! There's a reason why I'm still here and I'd better get at it. There's a quiet joy to waking up early, writing before the day is fully lit. It's a sense of purpose. It's making conscious choices to spend my precious time doing life affirming things, living my life to its farthest flung edge!
