Date: 02-14-2010
I don't want to be here. Not today . . . not when I know what I could be doing . . . what I should be doing.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Yeah. Right.
There's nothing "happy" about it. I'm stuck in the hospital, waiting for the doctor to come in and discuss treatment options for me. But he says I have a very good chance at beating this. He hasn't given me a timetable for how long I have to live. That's a good sign . . . I guess.
Sounds like lunch is here . . . I'm not looking forward to this. Not at all. I just want to go home.