Okay, so I’ve got a thought on the obvious writing prompt of the day…

Not that celestial object motion has *anything* to do with my little life…

But at first I was quite surprised, and superstitious, about the day of the eclipse being my last day of Sutent. (As it turned out, I had to be taken off it much sooner than that, but I digress…) The scared, atavistic little kid in me thought the eclipse had to be a bad sign for my prognosis. (Because when you’re a kid, the world–and the sun!–revolve around you.)

But then it occurred to adult-me that an eclipse is just a giant shadow…and it will move on. Perhaps I should take it not as a harbinger of doom but as what it literally is: a really dark shadow that will pass over my life and still leave me sunshine after.