I'm proud of myself for doing it. I shook so bad doing it and I was terrified I'd hit something I shouldn't have. She did tell me to warm it up first Frank but I took it yesterday before work and I was rushing. I've decided to give it to myself in the evening when I'm not rushed.

Faith seems to be inherent in dealing with this disease: Faith in oneself to cope, faith in doctors, faith in science, and ultimately faith in something bigger than all of us vulnerable bits of flesh and grey matter.

I walked in that doctor's door voluntarily. I knew what would be told to me. I walked out the same person I always was. I just knew more. I have a new label. Patient. Patient with an incurable disease. But it doesn't change the fact that I am me and have to live this life as I have always had to do. The line had been crossed and time was allowed to once again regain its momentum. Like a choreographed dance I stepped into line with it.

And on I go to #2.