Cat Scan

When I first started this blog I called cancer a rat bastard. That was over two years ago. That being said the journey started 4 1/2 years ago.

Things have evolved.

These days I’m less inclined to call it a rat bastard. I have gotten myself to a place of comfort with cancer and realize what is working for me is an acceptance that cancer and I need to live in harmony.

Anger doesn’t work, going to battle doesn’t work, screaming is of no use. Laughter works, exercise helps, crying reduces stress.

Not bitterness.

Instead, acceptance.

And how do I know that I have accepted my spot?

I have a cat scan tomorrow and I haven’t really thought about it. Nor have I really thought about getting the results on Wednesday.

As a matter of fact I am googling what I need to do in advance of the scan tomorrow as I forgot my piece of paper with the details.

Oh, and did I tell you my memory sucks, I’ve had like 10 cat scans in the last couple of years, you think I’d remember when I can eat and what I can drink.

I’ll fill you in later this week.

But for now, I’m going to enjoy the next couple of days.

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