I'm dancing as fast as I can

or so it seems. After literally dancing upon turning '50,' I "crashed." During the last few weeks I've been dragging along, my energy low, my ability to concentrate at work almost nil. It took awhile, but I finally realized that carrying around the tumor behind my kidney is draining my energy--not because the tumor is causing obvious symptoms--but because of the uncertainty of now knowing what comes next.

Soon I'll find out what, if anything, needs to happen. I may need surgery, I may not. I'll know soon enough.......