As seen by the last post I’m worried. I’m hoping for good news but it does worry me to envision my mother crying at my funeral-  a parent shouldn’t have to see their child die.  

Yep.   Right now these images and thoughts permeate my brain.   I’m hoping for the best, but I’d be lying if I said all to be well.  Keep our heads up, and hope for the best.  And of course joke about the rest.  

I guess my jokes etc. make some nervous or uncomfortable.  Well fuck em, it’s my life and my concerns.  I can’t change the way things are- only control how I handle it.   So on a joke, a wing, a prayer, and silly hope — here I go!
All the best.