10:27 a.m. - 11.12.2003
Another Epic Dream
In my epic dreams of late I'm not sick. I'm healthy and I'm driving up narrow, spiral-y roads to try to see a basketball game. There is a long line to get into the parking garage and someone was going to let me cut in front of him, but I decided to do the right thing and go to the end of the line. I do that and then realize I can park at the bottom of some stairs that will lead me right up to where I want to go. I park and then find myself in one of my grade school classrooms, but it's really a college class with several people from my grad school program. And it's being taught by B.'s father. It's some sort of Art & Philosophy class, and my boy-crush is there, too. But for some reason he's just auditing the class. I feel as if my artistic integrity is being questioned, but then it all ends with punk rock videos a lot of people in the class have made. Then my boy-crush tells me I should be eating a lot of broccoli right now, that it's good for me. THE END.
Tomorrow I'm going into the city for 3 nights. I'm so fucking happy about it. I'm going to be able to feel normal and sit around and maybe go to a reading at school. I'm going to get to see people I haven't seen since all this cancer bullshit started.
I have my first appointment with the Radiation Oncologist next Tuesday, and the woman on the phone told me it should probably start about a week after that. So I'm looking at the Monday before Thanksgiving as my start date, which will hopefully mean it will all be over by the first week in January because the radiation is going to be for 6 weeks, 5 days a weeks. Maybe I can go home by the 3rd week of January. My spring semester starts February 9 and I really hope everything is over by then. If it's not I don't think I'll be able to go back, but I'm thinking positive so it will be and and I will be healthy by then, right? RIGHT!
That's all for now.
