one more day

I see my oncologist tomorrow. I feel very anxious. I recently found out startling news. A woman who was diagnosed with breast cancer shortly after I started treatment has been given eighteen to thirty-six months to live as her cancer has spread to her bones. News like this is a blow to the chest. I try to remain positive but cannot help but think about the possibility that my cancer could return. I need a hug: a nice squeezy one: and a kiss on the forehead. Actually, I would settle for a ticket to street scene to see AFI. I won't hold my breath for either. Keep your fingers crossed.