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I woke from a strange dream. We were guests in a home in Scotland. (Why Scotland?)  I watched as a storm came blowing things around and around outside.  There was a work yard next door and wood was spiraling through the air.  Our host assured us that his home was strong and could withstand the gale.  Even as he spoke, the walls started buckling under the pressure of the wind.  Then, through a crack in the wall, I saw a giant wave come headlong at us.  The man’s strong house was swept off the foundation and began floating.  Swirling and twirling.  Still, our Host was unafraid. I was sure the two story house would tip over and we would drown.  I started searching for my things. Looking for better clothes to protect me from the rising water.  My Shoes!  Where are my shoes?  I rushed up the stairs and found Dan lounging on a pillow.  “We have to gather supplies! I have to save my laptop. I can’t find my stuff!”  Dan seemed in no hurry.   There was a girl, who was that girl?, flirting with him.  “Doesn’t she know about us?”  “About the past maybe.  She doesn’t know we are back together.”  I stopped my frantic searching and kissed him.  We sat there on the floor holding hands, while the waters spun the house in circles, threatening to dump us over at any minute.  Suddenly, the danger was not the storm, not losing my things.  But losing what was truly important. MY HUSBAND to this GIRL!   Haha

And then I woke up to the sounds of my husband getting dressed.  Shuffling through his things.  Go figure.

When I told him about the dream he said, “Really? Was she cute?” What a man.

What he failed to glean from my dream is that no matter what is going on around you, be confident that The Host is not afraid and hold on to the ones that you love.

That being said,  the tumor has grown again.  The CancerMonster has enlarged its domain. To the north it has passed the boundary between Buttville and Backdom.  To the east it has taken up ground all the way to . . . the canyon.  And to the West and South past the hippy commune and on towards Thighs.  It may think It’s winning.

But I have news for the monster: I may have IT, but IT doesn’t have me!

It can’t get into any valuable Kingdoms.  It can’t plant itself in Chestis or Ab-ner. And it may be strong and aggressive,  but it’s not a brainiac.

It can have some butt cheek.   I have been trying to rid myself of the excess butt cheek for years.  I would have rather gone to JennyCraig.  Would have been cheaper.  And funner.  (Is “funner” a word?) But we have to play out the hand we are dealt.