My Experience With Thyroid Cancer

I was recently told, "You travel a lot." At first I mentally rejected that idea because I've never been to Europe, and my bank account is nothing to speak of. But it is true. I do travel a lot. I'm always going all over California as much as I can. I went to Peru nine months ago. I love being in the car, so road trips to Tahoe, the bay area, or Mount Shasta are no sweat, and are something I seek out as frequently as I can. My idea of a fun day off is to drive to Berkeley, an hour away, and get lunch at my favorite vegan delicatessen. I even drive to Winters first, which is the longer, scenic route. I go places as often as I can because I don't know any other way. I'm a pretty busy person too; I work a lot, I'm in school, I cook, yoga, etc. But I'm always carving out the next trip. My mom is this way. She was always planning weekends away and vacations of varying sizes when I was growing up. She is not one to sit still, and I am the same. I want to see

I thought I better check in again. It is always painful to examine my cancer life, thus I write infrequently. What really inspired me to write tonight was that I recently concerned some people in my family because of a quote I posted on facebook. Lots of people on facebook are cryptic, vague, indirect. I am not that way, and I really loathe that approach. I am direct. But some people were concerned that something was wrong with me when I posted the following: "i guess i could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world. sometimes i feel like i'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much. my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst. and then i remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it. and then it flows through me like rain and i can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. you have no idea what I'm talking about, i