When I wake up in the morning, for the first minute or two, I forget I had cancer and a double mastectomy and am going through chemo. I forget that I’m bald because of chemo, that my body is wracked with twinges of pain, that my taste buds are shot. I think about what I want to do for the day, is it a weekday and I’m gonna be working or the weekend, time to kick back and relax? For the first minute or two when I wake up, my life is ‘normal’. Then my body starts it’s assessment of itself and I am forced back to my reality. I’ve never been a morning person, but lately they’re the best part of my day, for a minute or two.