Where Am I?

Blog. Blog. Is that actually a word? I remember saying something like "Blech" when I didn't like something I ate but I don't remember ever using the word blog. I also don't remember ever thinking that I might get cancer. Well, maybe in the back of mind I thought about it a little. Some of you know that I was born in the University of Chicago Hospital, Lying In......(Is that an odd name for a hospital or what?) and that was the center of a new and exciting science called radiation, which was new and exciting like the A bomb. So they told my parents that I had an overgrown thymus gland and they could get rid of it with this really cool machine they'd just figured out how to work. So they took this little nine inch baby (me) and they put her under this enormous hood and of course everyone ran out of the room while the baby (me) wriggled and giggled as the machine completely zapped her tiny body. And then twenty five years ago my parents received a letter saying that a percentage of those cute little zapped babies had developed cancer.



So here I am. On a journey I didn't want to take...Like thinking you're driving downtown when you're actually headed to the Valley because you took the wrong exit. Well, something like that anyway.



Now I can feel some of you thinking that you are so not interested in this cancer story, you just came here to find out about my time with Robert DeNiro. And believe me, I cannot wait to tell you. But I seem to be in some kind of shock denial right at this moment about this cancer thing, so as soon as I can see clearly I will tell you every little detail about Mr. DeNiro. If I can remember. Actually, maybe I made the whole thing up but I don't think so. That all happened when I was young and wild and optimistic and thought I would probably die at thirty having lived a most interesting, crazy life. And now I wake up shouting, "God, I don't want to die! I'll be good. I'll be perfect from now on. I'll go to Temple everyday!) (Do Jews do that? Everyday? Do they face Mecca? I've got to get back into religion.)



I'm rambling. I actually want to use this blog to let you know what's going on. I've got to walk my dog but I'll be back...............