Berfday

Tomorrow is my birthday, and also the day I go to the oncologist and find out if I still have cancer or not. It's liable to either be a very good day or a very bad one. Cancer is not one of those things that respects shades of grey. It's akin to being pregnant, I suppose. One is either entirely pregnant or not pregnant at all; one either has cancer, or not at all. It isn't like having bad vibes, where one can me somewhat freaked, or a bit jittery...

Well wishes are currently being accepted until 1o:45 AM tomorrow, at which time it will be time to see if I can dance or not.