I am sorry to hear that a fellow Hodgkin's fighter, James Parr, passed today. He was a parent. And so was Jessica Wentz, who also passed away recently.I waited two hours to get my bloodwork done today. So I alternated between meditating, chatting with the elderly man next to me (the first thing he asked me was, "So, what were you aiming for?" Half wondering if he was trying to strike up some kind of deep, insightful conversation...like what the point or meaning of life was, I asked for more specificity. "With what?" He gestured toward my hair. I remembered I had my blue wig on. "Oh. Nothing. You're assuming I am a goal-oriented person." I only said the "goal-oriented person" part because I heard the phrase yesterday. I recycle), and fanticizing about my new IPhone.
Isn't Pooka cute?
