White Noise

Tomorrow I will go into my oncologist's office to see if the cancer has spread any where else beside my skull.

I am neither anxious to know nor dreading to hear if it did, or not.

There is some sort of neutral zone I seem to linger in, which I actully like very much. It is a special place for which I feel fortunate to experience. It's the white area, where no matter what they tell you, it's going to be okay.

There is so many steps to bad news. At times I think I have experienced the worst. Yet I alway get to the other side of it. It doesn't stay bad for long.

This is not a conscious effort, but it happens that way. All I have to do is let it go.