A Bad Dream
I guess when we refuse to acknowledge anxieties during our waking hours, they come out to haunt us when we're sleeping. Apparently I'm more worried about my oncologist visits this week than I thought because I had the worst, and most vivid, dream about dying of cancer last night and it all started with an elevated tumor marker test. I woke up convinced I needed to go buy myself something to wear to my funeral since I didn't want to be buried in anything I have hanging in my closet. Which is ridiculous, because I'm going to be cremated, so why waste a perfectly good outfit? Please say a little prayer that everything checks out ok and I'll let you know how everything goes after my appointment tomorrow.

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You are in my prayers daily and tonight I will pray for a peaceful night of sleep for you and a clean bill of health tomorrow. And for your spirit and your faith in "tomorrow" to grow.
Big hug to you, Suzan