preoccupation . . .

A couple of years ago, Frank found this odd little spot on the inside of one of his toes. The doctor said it was nothing, the dermatologist said it was nothing, but they biopsied it just to make sure. Turned out to be melanoma. A couple of surgeries later, they got it all. Finite. Over. So what are the chances that the blister that he got under his toe last winter could be more than just a blister from tromping from one end of Boston to the other over Christmas vacation. Or that once it healed, it would come back again after schlepping around the track in the same shoes, in March. Or again in July. But in July it didn't heal so just to be safe, he had it biopsied. And once again the nothingness of it all is melanoma. Monday morning will find us on the doorstep of the Moffitt Cancer Center in Tampa. So, if my posts are a little off, or I seem a little vacant, it's this preoccupation. Please wish us well.