Amy E's Journal

I ran 10 miles today. I'm pooped. I am running faster now, finally. The last 3 miles were hard. I tripped on the last mile right on a main road. I didn't end up falling, but it was close.

I had a basal cell carcinoma on my nose a year ago. Well, I've had it for years, and finally had it excised last summer. It's back, so now I have to have a different kind of surgery called Mohs surgery. It's supposed to spare as much healthy tissue as possible. I hope he doesn't have to go very deep. He could go right through my nostril. My friends tell me that it really isn't noticable. My sister last summer came right up to me and asked what happened to my nose. Cripe. Nothing like a sister to tell me the truth.

We are watching the Jazz Singer on tv. My father loves Neil Diamond. It's weird to hear his music and not think of my father. The scene where he and his father make up, just kills me. I cry every time I see that. Then the father clapping for him at the end when he sings in New York, forget it.