Okay, so maybe I wasn't dying...

One a day for better health.  But I can hear my budget saying 'Ouch! Ouch!'

But I felt like I could just check out, then and there. "I guess she really was sick!" they'd be saying. But I digress.  Four days and four bottles of kombucha later, I'm feeling better.  :)  One thing I am happy about, though, while I was sick, I became unafraid to fly, because I know without a doubt that I'd rather die quick in a plane crash than to drag on for months or years with cancer.  Oh, but its great to be alive today with the sun shining once again!