I had a dream last night that I was diagnosed with colon cancer and was given 3-6 months to live. It’s utterly sobering to wake up trying to figure out how you’d spend your last months on Earth. Who you’d visit with to say goodbye. How you’d live those last months. Tim McGraw literally wrote a song about this, and it makes me cry almost every time. Like I said, heavy way to wake up.

(And now looking at the calendar to see when my next dr appt is)