Brain Cancer?

Last night, I had a premonition in my sleep that I was going to get brain cancer. It literally scared me awake.

And do you know what was the first thought on my mind? Not that I was going to leave my friends and family behind. Not that I wouldn’t survive to the average Canadian life expectancy of 80 years (for men). Not that I would miss the upcoming Star Trek series with Michelle Yeoh (“Section 31”).

No, my first thought was whether I would live long enough to shepherd next summer’s Camp Smalltalk Supreme event to success. If I die without seeing this through, I’ll never be able to live with myself.

So, pray to whatever god you believe in that I don’t get brain cancer, please.

Thanks.