Hi all
Just a short post to say "hi" and wish you all well.

I was recently reminded of how stubborn the non-logic side of us can be once you've been through cancer. I was playing in my weekend soccer comp and had had the flu all week so within 15 minutes or so of the game starting, I had developed a pretty mean headache. During a stoppage i ran to the sideline, rummaged through my bag, found headache tablets and threw a few in my mouth and gulped a mouthful of water. Not enough water, it turned out, and so i spent the next five minutes of the game trying to fish the broken debris of painkillers out of the inside of my mouth with my less-than-helpful tongue.

One little bit managed to make a little cut in the floor of my mouth right near where part of my tongue had been removed several years ago.

I knew that was what the cause of the cut was and yet...

Within a couple days it hadn't quite healed and my mind started to play the usual tricks. Was this more than just a little cut from the painkillers? was there already something there and it just helped me notice? etc.

Sure enough it went away after three or four days. But for 48 hours or so, no matter how much the logical side of my brain argued for reason, the rest of me feared the worst.

Not sure the reason behind posting this. Maybe just reflecting on the intensity of our experience and how completely it affects the rest of our lives.

Anyway - thoughts out to all of those who are freaking out at various times for what you know is nothing. But can never again be nothing!

Stay calm.