Thanks even in the middle of no thanks. These recent cancer episodes in my life have left me mangled, near to breaking point. And I have been trying to put on a brave front and not let on- Let on that I had to see a doctor this month because my entire digestive tract basically stopped. And that it was more complicated than just a little stomachache. Irritable Bowl Syndrome they call it. IBS they call it for short. Huh. Three stinking, little letters triggered weeks worth of weight loss, poor absorption of nutrients and consequent panic attacks of ridiculous proportion. I am improving finally. It was interesting to sit there in the doctor's office and hear him use the label of ' Type A personality .' If only he knew what has driven me to the anxiousness that I am certain he could see in my bearing- all over my face. It is also interesting to note that science really does have a pill for everything. It has even concocted one for rhyth