Since starting my chemotherapy regime (more on that later) I have been having dreams, it’s 6:35 on Friday morning and I just had the worst one yet.:

I dreamt I was at a hospital, not Sunnybrook where I usually go, it seemed an older place.  while I was getting ready for my treatment a nurse came over halted everything and told me the results were in from some test I apparently had taken.

“Terminal I’m afraid” was her response to my question as to the results. ‘How long do I have?’ “One year was her answer” “You’ll have to see the doctors to get more information” Friends and readers this was all so real, not sure if you can imagine the feelings this generated.  In part of the dream, I found myself telling Divina and she was crying with me.  I remembered seeing how early it was, too early to call my daughter who has to get my grandaughter Ca up and ready,

I then woke up, looked at my watch – it was 6:30, I have left Divina sleeping as I type this entry.

I told everyone at the beginning I would never lie to you about my journey but right now I’m pissed, not about cancer but about the ‘unexpected detours’ this cancer journey is taking me on.

Dang! Cancer sucks – people that dream really scared me, try and have a good day peeps – unless you’ve made other plans

Footnote:
Huge reach out late to a bunch of my friends who were hanging out with me in a parking lot late last night. – thanks, Cr, Sh, Sa, Aj, and Ro you will never know how much you support means to me unless I tell you.