That’s a picture of Sam Cooke. For some reason, Chain Gang has been on my mind today. Every day having cancer has been harder than my old life. It seems so far away now.  Today was an especially hard day, somehow harder than yesterday.  Yesterday was my weekly oncologist visit, and a primary care physician visit that turned into a half day from hell, followed by not being Able to rest after. I have had the same cough for 7+ weeks. Since I have two small masses in my lungs that have yet to be biopsied, everyone is pretty concerned that my cough isn’t going away for two reasons. First, my labs contradict me having this much trouble to an extent. My immune system is compromised, but not so much that I should have a cough without a cold for this long. Second, I’ve been rebuking lung cancer since the beginning. Rebuking everything really.  They told me I had cancer. After the shock wore off, I told everyone what I believe – like all other adversity in my life, it was sent for me to be blessed or deliver a blessing. I’ve been holding on for a long time, believing, praying, mediating – though less than I should.  I’ve been keeping a positive attitude through  the possibility of losing my business,  not having enough money to live, let alone have such an expensive-ass disease,  having to leave behind friendships and relationships,  still continuing to deal with my nerve pain and

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