I'm televisioned out. On Tuesday, I don't turn on the television all day. I listen to music and read. I sleep on an off. I have a dream that leaves me feeling at peace. I dream I'm at a walk for breast cancer. I look over and see both my grandfathers sitting together. I run over as my Grandpa Sloan says "Well hello Lover Dover (his name for me). I kiss him on his bald head so happy to see him. I turn my head and there's my dad. I've never had my Dad come to me in a dream before. He has tears coming down his face and says "I'm so sorry". He reaches out and touches my arm and I actually feel it. I respond, "It's okay Dad, I'm going to be alright". I wake up and I feel I'm going to be just fine.