Guess I will move up my August appointment to ASAP unless things change soon.  Usually the ebb and flow makes me realize I am imagining the worst of it.  Just when I think I cannot take the churn any more, the pain subsides.  Lately there is only flow … no ebbing to bring temporary relief.

Of course I am sure I am dying.

I know, I know.  We are all dying.  But feels like my time might come sooner rather than later. Something is not right.

I hope my symptoms are purely psychological.

As always, more to come.