What the What?

I have the strangest dreams. Normally, and I haven't had one of these in over 10 years, I am being chased by the Nazis, and I'm chasing a blue ball of light. They're not scary, I'm never in fear of my life or anything like that. Last night was crazy different though.
Last night, or should I say this morning, I dreamt that I was in the book Left Behind. And that Luke was taken away from me. And we all know what happened then. It bothers me a lot. I even called Charlie at work, because I couldn't brush it off and out of my mind. Stuff like this is why I stopped taking Vicodin after surgery a few years ago even when I still needed it. It just freaks me the heck out.

Everybody Fears Something

I woke up one morning last week, with a feeling of dread. It's normal, especially around this time of year.  Now, and in November.  You see, I have to have check ups every six months to see if my cancer has come back.  And every 6 months, I have a dream (or two) where I think I'm bleeding profusely, and I have to call my oncologist- who tells me my cancer has come back.  Yeah, nothing like waking up freaking out!
But, according to my oncologist, it's normal.  Which I suppose it is.   But it's still a bitch to have to deal with every six months.  And probably for the rest of my life.  Considering I'm only 32 36.  In my head, I'm 32.  :)