These last few days I’ve been walking a thin line on the time/space continuum, dipping in and out of a parallel universe where I don’t have cancer. Mostly I’m in the place with the cancer, where I wouldn’t be the first to make a “Bye-Bye Boobies” Pinterest board. My head is overflowing with details to be handled in the countdown to B-Day, November 26. I’m in a fog where memories are dreams or actually happened and it takes some concentration to decide which. I will be holding something in my hand, and a moment later, it’s gone. Poof, vaporized. Probably slipped into another dimension. Or I bet I’ll open the refrigerator and find everything I’ve lost. I explained all this to Bob who said some parts maybe don’t sound completely crazy, and that we need to work on getting me to sleep through the night, which might help keep me safely off the precipice.