I had a dream last night that I had been diagnosed with cancer. The dream has stayed with me all day. In the dream I felt like I had crossed the threshold between mortality and immortality. A door had shut, yet the wall that framed the door had windows. I could look through them and see where I had been. Now I stood alone, looking forward to a terminate amount of time. The end of life was now visible on the horizon, yet I couldn't tell how far away the horizon was.

I didn't feel weak but my body felt fragile because it was now clearly mortal. It felt susceptible. It felt vulnerable to the disease.

I wasn't distraught that I had cancer but I don't think it had sunk in. It caused uncertainty. In my dream treatment hadn't started yet.

All day, the threshold has been sitting in the shadow of my mind.