Tomorrow, Tomorrow... Only A Day Away

13 hours until my next treatment.
Today a friend asked me if I feel like I am getting better, and I am not sure.  I guess I have become so guarded with my hopes.  So many of my hopes have been thrashed so I hope less and less.  I figure out what the end-point is and set to work to get there.  I trust that whether with this treatment or another I will get well again.  But, I am low on hope that this treatment will work- maybe because I am scared that it won't and I don't want to go through disappointment.
I should get more hope.  Like orphan Annie I need to sit up and stare into the stars at night when it is quiet and sing about the things I want.  She sings about the parents she wants..."Betcha he reads; Betcha she sews; Maybe she's made me A closet of clothes!"  I would sing about the tumor cells loosing the fight to live inside me... "betcha they're scared, Maybe they're dying and I will grow old!"
I need help rewriting this song.  Anyone want to help me write the musical about my life?
But, the answer is YES, I think I am getting better. 


 I am better able to put up a fight.  I am better prepared to handle this than when I first found out.  I am better.