Wednesday, July 3, 2013


When you first get "the cancer" you think some crazy thoughts.  Maybe they aren't particularly crazy, but what they can particularly be are persistent, blunt and not surprisingly morbid. 
One thing I ruminated about was being in control of the music I heard so I didn't have some terrible Air Supply or Reo Speedwagon song playing in the recesses of my brain as I left this earth.  Anything but that.  I even told my Mom what songs I would want played at my funeral. 

Today, I played one of my favorite mixed cds in the car and sang one of those proposed funeral songs over and over until my voice cracked. 

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