What a day. Two exams, one I passed with all flags flying, one that was such a crash & burn I felt like a passenger on the Hindenburg. All a matter of priority, I guess, although I would have been delighted to pass both examinations. However, the exam I failed had to do only with studies, and my great difficulties mastering algebra. I understand one side of our mind works with numbers and one side develops language and words, and I have long suspected which half of my brain is dominant. Unhappily, I have had difficulty working with numbers all of my life, and things only seem to be getting worse. Be that as it may. I read once that the number of times you are knocked down are not as important as the number of times that you get back up, and I like the philosophy.
As for the other exam, my oncologist seemed happy with me today, and if she is happy, I am happy. As a cancer survivor, I see this doctor on a regular basis to insure that the thirty sessions of chemotherapy that I underwent three years ago are still having the desired effect. Having been diagnosed with non-Hodgkin's lymphoma at stage four, I have been told that a total cure is very unlikely. However, with proper care and treatment I can live longer, perhaps much longer.
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