I didn’t want to make another cancer blog, but there’s a danger of this turning into one simply because it’s a rather life-consuming situation. Here are a few observations I have made in the last week and a half since the diagnosis was made.
Why on earth would you identify what makes dark roast coffee bitter simply to eliminate it? It’s like discovering why we have thumbs, only to take them away. No, maybe dark roast coffee isn’t as important to you as a thumb, but maybe it’s that important to me.
There are many perks to working in Back Bay. I can blow off steam by crossing the street and taking a walk around the Public Garden. There is a Starbucks on my commute route. I am never far from the Schlesinger sandwich at Parish. And every Tuesday and Friday, I can visit the Copley Square Farmer’s Market for lunch.