It has already happened and I predicted that my freedom seeking would cause confusion.  My freedom has taken me out of my house, and not returning my best friend's phone calls. She needs extra special attention and I was no where to be found.

We have one golden rule at the beach house where I spent a great portion of my summer. NO INTERNET! What no emails? not for 3 long months. When I told this to another lady on the beach she did not react negatively or shocked. She laughed at this big city gal, she does not even have an account. When I exchanged info with her at the end of the season because our girls became fast friends, I automatically gave her my e-mail, and she said there was no need. Who does not have e-mail in this day and age? Well at least one little shop keeper in Zeeland. Who devotes all her time and energy into her two little girls.

I think my confusion is that life needs to be simple for cancer patients like me and I am adding my own stress with such things as e-mails piling up and missing phone calls. I think every terminal cancer patient has to protect themselves from unwanted stress. Stress brings on hormones, hormones feed cancer cells. IE estrogen. 

So as I explore my freedom I also have to keep my new-found stresses in check. I don’t mean you need to live the life of Waldon Pond. But Keeping life in balance works for me.