When I first got diagnosed at the beginning of this month, I thought of a curse word. Somewhere along the brevity of "Sorry, we can't do anything for you here and are refering you onto a Cancer Center." I remember asking the doc, uh... I fully intended to get back into the workplace this month after the holidays are over. He just shook his head and told me not to make any plans like that for a year.

It's going to be tough enough just dealing with my mother chores and taking care of myself.

I never would have thought that I'd be looking at going back to work as a reward, but guess that's the way I'm going to look at it.

Beat it and get on... 2005 is gonna be the year of the battle