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We’re off to see the wizard. . .  To find out what kind of spell he can cast against the Monster.

The waiting is over.  The party is just starting.  The “Party Masters” will reveal the menu. Will there be cocktails or just the laser show and cookies?

I can’t even believe this is really my life.  This is someone else’s nightmare.  I changed my mind.  I don’t think I will have cancer after all.  No thank you, I’m full.

Not today, I have a headache.

Make a new plan, Stan.

Drop off the Kids, Sid, ’cause you are on your way.  Ready or not.  Here we go.

Oh, gees.  I am sitting here in the passenger seat while Dan drives, the kids in the back, and no one but you knows that all this stuff is rolling through my head.  Outside, I am calm and quiet.  Inside I am a mess.  I am on my way to a freakin’ ONCOLOGIST because I have CANCER!!   How the heck did that happen?  When did I open the door wide enough for the Monster to sneak in?

Well, I just need to cowboy-up. I only get one minute at a time to feel sorry for my self. And my minute is up for today.

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6:00p

Well, turns out that the wizard didn’t know what spell to cast after all.  Can you believe that we are going home with more questions and less answers than we had before we came?  This Doctor (we’ll call him Dr E) wants to defer to a group of experts in Sarcomas at OHSU. I don’t know if it was just his way, but he said some things that surprised us.  I am glad Dan was with me.

I’ll tell you about it all tomorrow. Today’s thoughts are too raw for words.