Well, what if there is no tomorrow? There wasn’t one today.

October 6, 2009. Almost 2:00pm.

The long awaited phonecall. Time stands still.

“I’m afraid I don’t have good news for you, ” my doctor ventures, “it’s cancer.”

I listen. I thank her. I walk back to my desk.

I re-enter my world, but my world is gone.

And every day since then I’ve been in my own private Punxatawney. Trying to figure out where I am, how I got here, how, when and where I’m going to come out. And who I’m going to be when I do.

But it turns out that’s a good thing because just like Phil, when the learning is through, I’m going to leave with the woman that I’ve wanted all along — the better, stronger, happier me.

We’ll be watching and laughing, as usual, tonight. Will you?

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