This is the thing. In a little more than a month, it will be the first anniversary of my entry into the photon-proton world. It seems somewhat unreal that it even happened. That I daily went in to have protons or photons shot into my head, that I can never have radiation directed at that part of my body for the rest of my life. It also seems unreal to me that in twoish months it will be the third anniversary of my brain surgery on Sept. 11. I've written in my journal the various places I've been in the past years: 1) On an operating table in NOVA (northern virginia for the uninformed, near DC). 2) Sitting on the steps of Washington Sq. United Methodist Church in Manhattan. 3) Having protons shot into my brain in Boston, MA. It is only a sick coincidence that I have been near the Pentagon on the day of, in New York City, near a park where I've been told one could once see the WTC, in Boston where two of the planes took off. I wonder what will be number 4. Supposedly it will be Sarah Lawrence, but I have ceased to expect what I actually expect.