Wednesday is driving day. We’re off to Ashland, Oregon. Judy will pick us up at 9:30 AM. CHance suggested that Illyana is stopping by before then. 8:30 for her would make sense if she’s dropping Stephanie off at school.

I’m finishing up packing. I may have to take an extra bag. But I’ll try to avoid that. Traveling light is a high value for me. I’m feeling low after my Dr. Kanaan video appointment yesterday. He’s a nice man, but he doesn’t fill me with hope. That’s not his job, I know. I have to do that for myself. So, I’m back to “Radical Remission,” optimistic this book will get me on a healing track. I’d like a few more years.

I always thought, “For sure, I’ll live as long as my unhealthy father.” He made it to 77. It doesn’t look like I’ll get that old. But I’ll give it a go. Enjoying every day should be a priority, since they are all a gift. Dr. Kanaan said that without treatment I’d already be dead. See? Not exactly optimistic, but a reminder to celebrate the time I have.

Which means, of course, that I’d better make this Ashland holiday a good time for me and my friends. Ten of us, my goodness.