Drumroll, please…

T-Minus 8 Hours until we find out the results of my CT scan from two and a half weeks ago. I think sleep is out of the question. It’s almost like the night before Christmas, except I’m not sure if Santa’s going to bring me a new pair of rollerskates or a big dose of RADIATION. Ho ho ho…

Everyone has pretty much assumed that the news is going to be 100% Jesus-approved goodness. I’m trying to remain as positive as possible, but at the same time I have to come to terms with the reality that I’m not exactly afflicted with a stubbed toe. The documentary on Terry Fox didn’t help…

I will say this. Assuming I have beaten this, I’m not going to give up on the “fight”, and I don’t expect anybody who knows me to, either. I may have beaten cancer (See? I can be positive too!) but there are people who won’t and even more people who haven’t begun their battle that will need help. If 1,300 students from St.Matt’s High School in Orleans can raise $108,000 for the ORCC, I think the rest of us can do just as good or better.

Now if I can just be an EX-cancer patient….

Mood: Wishful