Tuesday, February 6, 2024

     It is not fear, it is trust that is my issue.  Should I trust these educated people who believe their machines’ reports of cancer in my body. No one can see directly, only with images from scans and microscopes. I do not feel the presence of the alleged cancer. My body suffers with the treatments not the cancer. And yet, and yet, I am trusting them to know what is happening and what they are doing. A mystery to me.

     We watch THE GREATEST NIGHT IN POP, on Netflix. I loved it but the beach photographer was hesitant. My charming daughter laughed a lot. I am liking Linda Hogan’s book MEAN SPIRIT.

     My heater has been busy for days. I am reluctant to look at the bill this month. Of course, I am grateful to still have heat and power.

     Tomorrow, I go to the cancer center for an hour long chemo education session before I start chemo therapy next week.  I am keeping an open mind about this plan. Today I am focused on the garbage trucks and the garbage bins.