Day 3 I made it through another night with good sleep helped by Dr. Church. We woke early and took my Honda to a body shop as a deer struck it on Sunday (it was actually Sat., but that’s nit-picking now isn’t it. JH) … watch out for those deer they are everywhere. J and I headed to St. Thomas (Premier Radiology. She’s still a little wobbly from that sleeping pill. JH) to do a CAT scan, and a mammogram. We are trying to find out where all my cancer may be holding court. I say “my cancer” now. At first I thought, “If I don’t use the word often maybe it will go away”, but not so. So ... Okay …Well the mammogam is rockin’ but the CAT scan shows some problems in my liver, shoulder, and mostly lung. Get real! I have never smoked . . . get the right scan! Oh . . . this is the right scan . . . Okay fine. In the words of my good friend Ms. Marshall Chapman (some liberties taken here) it’s cancer but it is my cancer so . . . since I am always charging hard . . . why would this guy be any different. I am having some really bad moments. I want to go see my relatives; grow old with J and become the shuffleboard queen at the old folks home . . . This may not happen. I am in constant communication with GOD. I am a long time Christian, but let’s face it, have fallen short. After much prayer it appears God really is listening to me. I have a peace that only He can give. Thank you Almighty God! <back