Well, I had a semi-hiatus from seeing doctors, chemo and all those wonderful stuff called medical and your health. The next couple of weeks will be busy. We start a new baseline and set up the game plan for the rest of this year. PET CT and biopsy are scheduled for the next two weeks and limbo I will no longer be. I get to be sedated this time, so no more trauma. I personally am done with any level of trauma; I have met my quota.

While acclimating back to normalcy, I have spent the last several weeks making headway on my own psyche. Remember Pandora’s Box? Having all the data without much guidance is just wasteful (and lethal) information. However, I was given a book called, ‘Scared Sick: The Role of Childhood Trauma in Adult Disease‘ to read and it is quite an eye opener. I will warn you now, if you choose to read this–DON’T PANIC! The Towel will not always save you in every situation, but it sure helps ease you through uncomfortable situations (Remember Linus?). It is helping me decipher all the crap that is ruminating in my little head. It is a hard pill to swallow. When you have spent most of your life just trudging and staying afloat without much headway or progress, eventually, it (skeletons in the closet) will come out to bite, haunt or obliterate you. Some folks are lucky, not very much skeletons to haunt them and they come out barely scathed with any injuries. A few others, however, come out completely a different person. I, for one, would like some middle ground.