Fact is, I am a superstitious person. I’ve developed and evolved my superstitions over a lifetime; they constitute the conversation I have with myself and my intrinsic truth. Time after time, I’ve found that dwelling on an outcome will almost guarantee it will not happen and so I set forth with great determination to imagine the worst. In my mind, I heard Sigal’s voice telling me the bad news, I fantasized going through debilitating chemo therapy and agonized over the loss of my hair.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Black Thoughts…
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