It’s so eerie. I have virtually no symptoms, yet I am dying. It makes me wonder sometimes if I even have cancer. How could there be no symptoms? Sure, last week when I revisited severe pain for a full day, I was brutally reminded, but since then, nothing.
Could this be the “calm before the storm?” Could I just be in the middle of a respite which will soon be over? I suppose I should simply enjoy the moment and not dwell on the possible ramifications down the road — shut up Gary and let it be. But it’s just so eerie. . .