I thought I was doing okay; I mostly am doing okay. But last night, I woke up from a long unpleasant dream in which I was bleeding, and then, in the middle of teaching a class, I realized I had some sort of thing in me, and I reached in and carefully, slowly, pulled out a long snake-like creature with big mouth, full of teeth. Sort of like a tapeworm, but bigger; in the dream, I was terrified that I would break it and leave part inside. I may have triumphantly displayed it to the class once it was all out.
I woke up at that point, realized immediately that this was a fear-of-cancer dream, and went back to sleep. Damn, cancer. Invading my dreams like that. Youre sneaky.