A little paper, some food coloring, a Phd in Psychology and viola — all your psychoses are belong to us.
For a while there, my floor looked a bit like Jackson Pollock threw up all over it. In the end I came up with this. What is it? Well, that is a question for you and your answer will tell me all about you. Maybe things you didn’t even know about yourself. Maybe not. It is possible that there would be some interesting interpretations though.
I guess that we can all look at the same picture and see different things. We all have our cancer stories some good, some bad. In some ways it probably depends how we look at them what we see. Unfortunately, I think most of them have a great deal of suck involved. Hopefully, some day, the cancer stories will be more like “I had a cold” stories instead. That would be a great day, when a disease that is so destructive has a cure that makes it benign except for the rare case.