These diary entries are the beginning of what I plan/hope to accomplish. I plan for this to be an ongoing series. Starting with ordinary days, and then changing to cancer, for me, for my son. The next book is about days in CA caring for my son until he died; before this the death of a father (1990); mother (1995); and two brothers, both in 1996, six months apart. Trying to find my way back by writing, mostly in my head now. Much is boring; other parts may make you sad, my perceptions of the situation and my grief and pain and fear and sorrow. Regrets, so many regrets. Things done and not done. Maybe it will strike a cord with one person.