I’m not doing anything for my anxiety except limiting and almost eliminating alcohol and exercising as much as I can. I was on a real Jahad with exercise taking the train into Manhattan just to swim at a great swimming pool round-trip from Grand Central is 7 miles so I was racking up walking and swimming miles

Then I got a retinal detachment which is absolute hell on earth for about 2 to 3 weeks, but then gets better.

I had a horrendous experience with counseling. I’m being treated at a World famous hospital for cancer. One time when I was getting prepped for a prostate biopsy. I mentioned to the nurse how difficult life has been in addition to the cancer that was the wrong thing to say Because they called security and had me take it out of there because they thought it was a suicide risk I’m open to counseling, but I feel a needle in a haystack to find someone there’s no chance in hell that some 35-year-old woman from the upper west side Can help me

As soon as the NYC temperature gets below 100° and I reach eight weeks on my retinal detachment. I’m gonna be swimming again. That will fix everything.

Oddly enough, I ran into a guy in my oncologist waiting room yesterday who is way worse off that I am. In fact, he looks like the cartoon is Scott Adams in so far as both of them are visibly gaunt from having prostate cancer in a late stage, anyway, my therapy is talking to men Who are in our situation the answers I’ve already seen here even though I put my post up a short time ago are worth immeasurably more than the words of some psychologist in Manhattan.

Thanks again and keep up the fight. Thank God for sites like this.

I dictated this so there may be some crazy words. I’ll proof it later.