For the last two and a half weeks I’ve sat in this hospital and had plenty of time to think. Plenty of time to be angry. Plenty of time to be scared out of my mind. But oddly, I don’t feel angry or upset that this is happening to me. Not even a little bit. Yes, I feel somewhat scared about the unknowns and the statistics, I mean who wouldn’t? But fear isn’t a feeling I’ve devoted much time to.