“Skating Away, Skating Away, Skating Away, On the Thin Ice of a New Day.” It’s not that I need a theme for each phase of this. It’s just that things resonate sometimes.
I was the buffalo (see May 4, 2014). Then I showed my mettle (see January 9, 2019). And now each day feels like maybe I’ll falter or maybe I’ll triumph: the thin ice of a new day.
But it’s holding. A victory on an insurance issue on Tuesday, a pain-free spinal tap yesterday in NYC to grab live cells to evaluate DNA for mutations, and proton treatment starts tomorrow.
Unbelievable. Mid-week, mid-day on the FDR. NY stayed out of our way.
Cancer in the age of Corona. Surreal.