"It's so curious: one can resist tears and "behave" very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer...and everything collapses." ( Collette, 1873-1954 ) We are made of the stuff of stars, says Neil DeGrasse Tyson. Lately, I've been feeling like my star-stuff has lost some of its vibrancy. Some days I want to change my name to Virgo ZupraKlusta and run away to join an Artist's commune where I'll be the Chef and Medical Officer and I don't have cancer; where cancer isn't running my life. Thinkin' that's prolly not gonna happen. Sadly. When things get tough, I cook. I bake. I bake it out. I love the rocking rhythm, the assuaging to and fro of my Chef's Knife doing a measured River Dance on the wood cutting board.   Soooooooothing . ...