Not that I really want to find out. But still, I’m wondering what’s next. Will my fingernails pop open like trunk lids? Will I become 55% more agitated and annoyed? Or, will actual appendages just fall off? How about we start with my gut? I’m worried when I get a double mastectomy that my gut will officially be the biggest part of my body. I’m thinking about writing: TAKE MY GUT, PLEASE across it with a Sharpie before surgery so maybe they’ll feel sorry for me and just take it. Anyway, Weird Cancer Guy, I’ve gotten the laundry done, work done and groceries. But even you can’t save me from: “Mom, where’s my jeans?” Coming to flatten you and be flattened tomorrow.
THREE POSITIVES:
1- Lisa is so great at picking out cards – check out the one she got me for tomorrow. She also got me flowers and a big chocolate bar that I hid from the kids. Thanks, Lisa!
2- Michelle D called me. One of the things I’ve missed is what the kids call “Mom Talks.” That’s when I stand and talk to other moms as the kids roll their eyes like teenagers. I miss talking to Michelle.
3- Going in for the next-to-last round tomorrow. Already thinking about how I’m going to miss the people who work there and hope I never have to see them in that context again.
jacki kane 
Weird Cancer Guy certainly hasn’t kicked your humor! I’m thinking about you tomorrow, and everyday. xoxo
The bell has rung for Round 4. Just think of Rocky- he was down but got back up again and again. WCG is your Apollo Creed and you are gonna go the distance!
Every day is a day closer to completely kickin’ and pushing through…sharing this video, as it makes me think of how you rock!!!! https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=525615210792991&set=vb.100000335513629&type=2&theater