I think it's the weekends especially that are the hardest. During the week I don't have much time to think about anything but work and the musical I'm in. And it's so close to the anniversary of my operation. While everyone is celebrating valentines day I'll be remembering that day that was beginning of everything changing. It's just terrible. But I have to remind myself that no one's tomorrow is guaranteed. And that I had a pretty good case as far as cancer is concerned. And the radiation was an insurance policy.