I have a really hard time remembering what day of the week it is.  They’re all the same, only broken up by appointments with doctors.  For some reason today feels like a Saturday and I can’t seem to remember it’s Thursday without looking.  I guess part of it is the waiting, waiting to see the oncologist.  Seeing him is my final assessment as to all this cancer business.  I’m hoping after I see him, I’ll be able to see an end to all of this.  I’m hoping it’s all good news and not so much bad.  But for now again, I wait.  And try and remember it’s Thursday.