Here's a random thought. My favorite cousin has prostate cancer, his name is Trent. They are going to remove his prostate, the entire shebang, this bloody Tues. He is only 50, a very handsome, loving , kind person. I have a huge, loving family. Trent is everyone's favorite. He is a Pitt bull lover and has one now named Harley. He has had many Pitt bulls, and now Harley, she's SO lovely. He has a beautiful, loving wife. She has a deadly black cat, Luna. They spoon. We are all pretty much scared shitless. We all bought SO much food to put in their freezer. M&M stuff, homemade blah blah blah. Our family feeds peeps, it's what we do. So, weird eh? Anyway, they have a big freezer. I know they don't need this, wasn't our idea, but can't hurt. The question is, how do YOU deal with fear? Hey, nothing anyone could say could possibly freak me out anymore than I already am.