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Just a shade more than two years ago, we sat in a spa on the wooden deck outside our resort room, soaking in the heat of the swirling water and feeling the cool wind blowing in off the Pacific. I would rather do that this morning than present myself for another chemotherapy treatment. But you can’t always get what you want… Memories sometimes simply have to do—when reliving the experience is not possible in the moment.

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We’re stopping on the way to the cancer center to pick up a couple of dozen doughnuts—a token of appreciation for the staff who so professionally and pleasantly deal with cancer patients. Most of the patients seem reasonably pleasant, as well. Some can test the limits of tolerance, though. I try to be one of the pleasant ones.

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A thousand things are on my mind, but none sufficiently vivid to warrant even a fraction of a blog post. What does, though? I write in spite of the merit of what I have to say. But some days I cannot fool myself into thinking there’s any value in thinking with my fingers.

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It is time to head to Hot Springs. Today’s session will be finished in three to five hours, just in time for lunch if I want to eat. My mind is blank. And for the time being, so is my memory.