I see leprechauns

I don't know much about psychology, but I'm pretty sure that I have post traumatic stress syndrome, or maybe contemporary traumatic stress syndrome? I see things. Ted says they're not there. My doctors agree with Ted, and so does the mirror, and the pictures on my cell phone. But when I look directly at my mastectomy scar, I see bruises and discolorations and leprechauns..all of which are hallmarks of an angiosarcoma recurrence. Seems like sneezing is a hallmark of an angiosarcoma recurrence. It's a tough challenge to find a balance between vigilance and full blown pyschotic meltdowns replete with hallucinations. Thank the lords above that I have many MANY reality checks, 99% of which are glances from my children. The last 1% is a conglomeration of what I once thought was important. So be it, I see things..if my scar starts to talk to me...I'll see a different kind of doctor;)

3 days of laziness coming my way!

Writing my thesis while going through chemo?
Getting a puppy after I finished chemo?
Teaching a year of Freshman Chemistry at a local college?
Charity, charity and more begging for money for my charity?

I have no idea what I was thinking when I undertook these endeavors, but right now I am pretty happy that I took the time to do each. I graduated, my puppy is now the best doggy in the world, teaching was a blast, and we've raised over a half a million dollars for angiosarcoma research. Not too shabby. I've been perpetually busy now for about 3 years, but things are starting to wind down now, so much so that I have 3 days, THREE DAYS where I don't have to work at night! This is the longest continuous stretch of not working at night that I've seen in years. I'm so excited thinking of all the bad TV that's coming my way. Suggestions are welcome!