Oh for those crazy mid-eighties days when I couldn’t decide whether I’d rather be a Coconut or a Harlette…
Tears and fears and feeling proud, To say ‘I love you’ right out loud. Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I’ve looked at life that way.
Oh but now old friends they’re acting strange, they shake their heads, they say I’ve changed. Well something’s lost, but something’s gained, in living every day.
I’ve looked at life from both sides now, from win and lose and still somehow… it’s life’s illusions I recall. I really don’t know life at all.
Looks like I’ll be living in limbo for the next three weeks. Colonoscopy next week, abdominal/thorax CAT scan the week after that, and a follow-up oncology visit on February 26th to get the results. Waiting is hell, but just a word of advice… if you don’t want your head bitten off then please refrain from telling me that “it might be nothing” and to “think positive” 😉 .