It was as if this dream was talking to my soul. When it was my turn to have my blood tested the technician spotted a drop of blood on the lab table from the previous person. It is as if you are a monk cloistered in a cave. You need to walk three to four miles a day. The dream ended.
Miracles manifest in many forms.
You have NO trace of cancer any where in your body. Then last night I dreamed my period started. Ten days ago I was lying in bed thinking of a Canadian friend, Clive. Clive was a fun person to know. He had a good sense of humor.