November 11 is a signal day. I'm told I have breast cancer. I'm strangely unsettled. The world looks different, almost as if I am not in it. When I go outside the world seems noisy, chaotic ... I want to climb back into my Paul Gore Street shell. I've known so many people who have died from cancer, so many cancer 'survivors'. On November 25 I had a lumpectomy and as far as I'm concerned I no longer have cancer. I turned down the radiation, the Tamoxifen, and have gone onto a really strict nutritional and supplement regime. Have lost 18 pounds voluntarily and am happy as a clam. Funny saying that ... are clams happy? Oh ... I also have osteopenia. Severe osteoporosis. Clams probably don't get that or any of the other ailments I have.