Wednesday, August 1, 2012
For most of yesterday I was feeling crappy, to tell the truth. I've had a kink in my neck (not related to cancer, but to reading my iPad on the train) and was trying to process the news from my Dana-Farber visit.
But what was really bugging me was that I was having the hardest time writing about the visit. I was blocked. I got the basics down but couldn't get any further.
Once I actually got it down on paper (or the digital equivalent), I felt instantly, noticeably lighter. It's as if by writing it, I'm committing to a plan -- as if the talking about the plan is part of the actual plan itself.