It's feeling a bit like KS today. Thundering constantly, rainy and humid. I managed to write, or rather, rewrite, a sentence. Then in frustration I went to Washington Square and sat before I had lunch with Pax Christi folk.

I'm tired of money. Yesterday I spent the better part of the afternoon haggling with my health insurance company, otherwise known as MMA. I'd like to get rid of it, since we have good insurance with Tom's job, but we don't know what we will do for insurance in the future whenever we leave NY, and with my health history, it would be difficult to get any other insurance company to take me. Even a guy at MMA once said they probably wouldn't take me if I dropped the insurance but came back later...

It is depressing. Knowing that not only am I trapped by my body, I am trapped by institutions and the fact that I don't have money.

People often pray for the Second Coming. I would like cheaper medicine at least.

Come quickly, socialized medicine, come.

I've just been a-wandering with Tom and Ted handing out condoms and info near Astor Place. It was great to see Tom at work, hollering out for folks to take condoms. This is the shy boy I met at EMU.

I also took a bunch of pictures of the neighborhood with Ted's digital camera for a website I'm building to show friends where I live. I think I've fallen in love with the city again just looking through it through a camera.

It has been 1 year since I began my radiation in Boston--as well as begun this blog. Life's a weird crazy depressing exhilarating ride.