From time to time I’m asked why I go to treatment by myself. I’ve thought about this for months, perhaps longer (sorry Marcela!). It comes down to an answer that is quite simple; I like to have someone taking care of me, just me. If I go by myself, I’m not responsible for anyone. It’s my time that I can think about cancer–or not. I like me, I’m good company. Easy enough. Today, I head to the cancer center–alone–and feeling right about this moment I share with no one but myself.