Cancer Journal #27-a March 23
I went in this morning to have my PSA# checked again. I got the results a little while ago and the number remains too low to be detectable. Good news that I should be nothing but enthusiastic about. I do feel a little like the Los Angeles weatherman who has nothing but blue skies and sunshine to report on. (That was a movie. I don't know its name. Weather in S. California has gotten more turbulent since it was made.) In my last blog, I reported that a steady diet of good news has made life more ordinary than when I had 3-7 years to live. They haven't changed that number but I do figure to see how my 10 year old grandson does in college. Jan Carroll, generous and thoughtful woman that she is, commented on the last blog that the trick was "to work toward creating a practice of remembering, seeing and feeling life as more precious, of nurturing a sense of wonder." and yes, that has to be right. It does call f...