No, not the band. Rapid Eye Movement (REM) sleep state. Finally!! I slept soundly last night. Yay!
Today’s posting will be a potpourri of random thoughts…
There’s an everyday question that I’m beginning to have difficulty answering: “How are you doing?”
When someone asks that, I don’t know if it’s just a general, “Hey, how are you doing?” and they don’t have a clue as to what I’m going through; or if they’re in the know about my cancer and really want to know how I’m doing.
Just as I predicted on Day 1, the local gossip mill has spread the news pretty far and wide, so I really don’t know who knows.
So if I see someone in the hall and they ask, I’m a little reluctant to blurt out, “Okay for having cancer,” or something along those lines. Especially if they don’t know. Shocking people in hallways is not how I want to handle this.
On the other hand, if someone is genuinely wanting to know how I’m coping with my cancer, and all they ask is “How are you doing?”–without bringing up the C-word–and I respond with a quick “Fine,” I don’t want them to think that I don’t want to talk about it or am blowing them off.
It’s definitely an unexpected situation.
So the girls have their pink ribbon for breast cancer awareness. Let me introduce you to the guys’ version for prostate cancer awareness:
I discovered that Googling for some information this morning.
I finished my Christmas shopping on this 40-degree, drizzly afternoon. That will allow me to get things wrapped during a very blustery Sunday. (I use the term “wrapped” loosely; gift bags are the greatest invention known to mankind since the wheel.)
So that’s it for today. Happy Weekend!