April 9 /10 0303 This dying from cancer is similar to playing Russian roulette. The difference being that this game is fixed , I know that I am going to lose , the gun is stuck inside. Every day I wait for the trigger to be pulled. 0830 I managed to get out and go for my walk along the beach today. The summers rising sun bestows a myriad of shades of blue upon the waters and the mountains during the summer. This morning those colours that no paint or photo can capture were starting to bloom , hinting at the coming beauty. I am blessed with moment to revel. A crane let me walk by within 20 ft. An eagle on a rock let me do the same. Maybe they sense that I am of no threat to them. Whatever the case it is a treat.I would like to live long enough to experience some of the coming summer. I am trying to subdue the my bad premonition and the sensation of the cancer growing inside. Other than the loss of hair I can almost pass myself off as a healthy person for a short while.I can still hide the boiling cauldron inside for a short period of time. The Song of The Day Is : “(Sittin on the) Dock of The Bay” as performed by the Staple Singers. Bye for Now , See ya on the other side.
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