On the good foot...

Legend has it that when you start a journey if you start and step out with your right foot, your journey will be successful, and you'll return safely. I actually do this all the time. When I take a trip or have an exceptionally hard day in front of me, or an important gig, but especially on planes, since I don't like to fly. In fact I hate to fly...it's about the only thing that scares me...until now.

I actually suspect my journey started awhile ago, my body was just either a little too subtle in telling me or the more likely scenario that I didn't want to believe it so I didn't react earlier when things started to present themselves. I was OK with buying the explanation that my tiredness was linked to menopause and hey a little bleeding from hemorrhoids never hurt anybody. Lesson learned. Blood "outcho butt" is never a good thing and a case for seeing your Dr. like yesterday. I wish I could remember on the day it really started...did I have my right foot out that day? Did I?...for the sake of my sanity I'm going to say I did. Because I am most definitely not flying this plane. But I choose to believe it's going to land safely and return me to where? My life...my living breathing life, non the worse for the wear, but just a little bit smarter and healthier.

The Oncologist and I have our first meeting tomorrow, he or she is going to tell me the flight plan...and I am starting the day out with the help of some friends...on the good foot.