Here’s my morning breakfast. I am nothing if not a creature of habit. I’m a big tea drinker and much prefer tea to coffee especially in the morning. So much more gentle and nurturing for something you do first thing each morning, than the harsh and bitter taste of coffee.
Then, of course, there’s my ever present oatmeal. Yes, I confess, it’s the packaged kind that you make with boiling water that takes about 30 seconds to make and probably has no nutritional value whatsoever, but I’m addicted to it and have had it every morning for so many years now, that I can’t even remember how long it’s been.
There’s something startling about the notion of a recurrence. I don’t really think about it very often anymore but over the holidays someone that I hadn’t seen in a long time, asked me if I was in remission.
I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t really thought about what to call my current state and I frankly prefer not to really try and figure it out. I just am. And, I’m doing just fine, thank you very much.
So I mumbled something along the lines of “Er, hmmm, um, not really sure what they call it, but I’m pretty sure everything is going to be fine, er, hem, ah,” and then quickly got out of there so I didn’t have to explain anything further.
And then I confess, I didn’t sleep very well that night as I lay thinking about what she had asked. I much prefer to just avoid the whole notion of what’s next and live in the moment these days. And it’s working for me, so that’s how I’m gonna’ roll.