Rodin's The Thinker. Image from WikipediaIt’s nearly 3pm. I’ve just realized that I haven’t thought about cancer, or being sick, or death or such things all day!

That’s quite interesting. Well, it’s interesting for me.

There were times late last year (before and after surgery) and early this year (during chemo) when I felt like I couldn’t get cancer or illness out of my head. I couldn’t utter a sentence about even mundane things—the weather, for example—without some deep dark thoughts about cancer lurking in the corner of my mind.

It’s rather nice to realize I’ve spent most of a day working productively without a single cancer thought.