The normal everyday things like Friday night football are so comforting somehow.  I don’t exactly know why that is unless it is because I realize that life goes on and will go on no matter how I feel.  Getting out in the crowd, even when we loose badly, is fun and so regular.  It is a break from the medical things up ahead that I fear the most.  It gets my mind off of myself and my “condition” long enough to breathe easy and relax.  Our team got killed…or at least was getting killed when I left at half time. (Those concrete seats aren’t to good for recovering from abdominal surgery.)  But even in loosing there was life all around.  Kids being kids.  Cheering, talking with friends.  It was good to be out.  I am planning to have a fun weekend before my next phase of treatment begins next week.