Day 9 This is one BAD day. We started out really good, hoping for the best with the terrific Oncologist I was referred to. He was nice enough, but yeap…once again this cancer is traveling fast. Yeap, it’s not a good thing. It would be so swell to grab a break, but not today. Depressed…I am never depressed….except for every other day, in the last 9 days….. I understand this is normal. I don’t really care for normal. I have had bad moments, but I have not broken down. I keep wondering when this will happen….You know how I work through this? I think….what is the worst thing that can happen ……I die and go hang out in heaven. I thank Jesus for the opportunity. It’s kind of weird. My body is more depressed than my mind. Does that make sense? I had a moment in the waiting room today. I was able to talk to another lady with cancer. Her name is Ginger. She is Stage 4 also (why is everybody stage 4?????) I gave her my name and told her she could call me in the lonely hours of the night when you can’t get to sleep. J and I will go over and help her through the dark times. Please lift Ginger up to God. She is not alone. God is there for us all. I had to tell my Mother and Sister today about my prognosis. I really hated that…….They are wonderful ladies I love and I knew it would shatter their lives. I hope my strength in our conversation today helped. We are a Christian family and have the promise of life continuing in a different way. As for me….I am going to keep looking for options. If I don’t find any…what’s the worst that will happen….Go to heaven? Not a bad deal. <back