finally, autumn.

Today it felt like fall in North Carolina. Supposedly, the high was only 61 degrees, which sent many people here running for their winter clothes. Seriously, on the bus this morning, I overheard someone saying she wanted to put on leggings and wool socks. Seriously? Not that cold, people. I can't believe September is almost over, though. 

Speaking of NC, I was in the food store today and decided to buy some Diet Cheerwine. Now, Cheerwine is neither cheerful nor wine. Discuss. It's a Carolina thing, apparently, and it's soda. It sort of tastes like cough syrup but not as sickeningly sweet, and more cherry-ish. I can see how it can become addicting. Does this make me a "real" Carolinian now? 

I got my new issue of New York magazine in the mail today, and there's an article on what you'd get if you traded in your NY life - what the same amount of money could get you somewhere else. But really, why would you want to leave NY if you could really live there? I miss it a lot recently. Of course, I am craving Pinkberry. And H&H bagels. *sigh*. 

For my Patient Advocacy class, we have to interview a patient or a caregiver, give a presentation on the interview, and write a paper. What do you do when your knowledge of the disease threatens to crowd out hope? What do you do when your worst fears are confirmed? How do you find those tiny seeds of faith and hope, and plant them so they grow and cover all the fear and doubt? Like I've said before, we go into oncology, maybe intrinsically, because of hope - you can't NOT have hope and go into oncology - but how do we hold onto that? Is there even any other option?

Listening: Eisley, Saving Jane, The Veronicas