I remembered late yesterday that I was supposed to be feeling morose about this pending doctor visit. I'm trying to force myself on that doom-hauling band-wagon (just in case) but I think it already left me standing at the curb. I have been feeling great.
I expect nothing disastrous from the appointment, seriously. I have been working hard at making my body as inhospitable to cancer as possible. Some folks might say my body was already inhospitable though in a different way. I always remember what Kathy said, "The best revenge against cancer is to live your life." And that's exactly what I've been doing.