I Had a Dream

Nope, not gonna do what you think I’m gonna do

I had a dream that- nope, not how we’re going to start this.

I was asleep and dreaming. In this dream, next week I have my scan results. No really I did. In this dream for some reason, instead of getting my results on MyChart, the doctor called my parents like I was a child.

Now why am I telling you about this? Because it was a good dream? Well I think you can assume ‘twas not a good dream.

Apparently they were so bad that they had to call my parents. I don’t know the reasoning why- was I getting expelled from the Cancer Center? Am I being held back or have to go to summer school for cancer?

What would summer school for cancer be? Double the treatment? Substitute nurses? Old school no A/C for treatment? A course taught by all the worst cancer muggles on how to be positive and drink battery acid and milk to prevent cancer?

Thank you for riding the ADHD train with me.

So what does it all mean? Am I predicting the future? Am I spiraling even when I’m sleeping? Am I psychic? Am I God? Am I delusional? I don’t know. If I am psychic it would be cool to dream about winning the lottery and not impending death.

I’m trying not to read too much into it. When my cancer returned I had a gut feeling it was back. In January I had a gut feeling it got worse and I was wrong. So either it’s just random or the pattern is right, wrong, right? Who knows.

So yes, I have a scan Monday to kick off July. I’m going to celebrate American independence by lighting up a CT scan. I guess we’ll see how much I love my country by how much I blow it up.

So stay tuned next week. Are we going to laugh? Smile? Cry? Yell? Or fall apart? Yes. Okay off to treatment.

-Joe