Date: 04-25-2010
It's official. I am in remission. The cancer is going away.
As a way to celebrate, my parents are planning a big meal. Well, Mom's planning it. And she's inviting Sparky, Trixie, and Racer X. He made it rather easy for her by showing up to check on me.
I wasn't ready to see him. I did my best to be nonchalant and not look at him . . . but I think he knows that there's something wrong. He'll be asking me about it the next time he sees me. Or later today. Whichever gives him a moment to get me alone.
Why do things like this have to be so difficult?