Third time's a charm?

Not so much really. What can I say... I just really don't like wearing that mask. I had to wear it for an extra five minutes today. I'm hoping that tomorrow will be the quickest and that I won't have that same sense of dread I've been having when I first get it on. I tried to think about torture victims. That helped a little bit. Nobody hears their cries for help. I thought about Rosie Wirth (my sister-in-law's mom who also had to wear the mask). I know I am not going through a fraction of what she had to go through.

Yet I had all these complaints racing through my head... why is it so damn hot in this room? Maybe if I have them cut me some eye-holes it would be easier? Maybe a mouth hole so I don't have the mask resting against my lips? All really so stupid, because soon enough it was over and everything was fine again. I guess I am only human... but I'll try to do better next time.

My appointment was at 6:15 PM, which was kind of nice because nobody was there. Same time tomorrow.

Oh, by the way... I have a mission. A very serious mission. There is a TV set in the waiting room at the cancer center, and I have vowed that I will turn the station to The Food Network or Bravo or Animal Planet, or even the Golf Channel, if I notice that it's on Fox News, which it always is! Yes, that is my secret mission...