From time to time I'll look back through the personal journals I've scribbled in throughout my life the keepers of my raw thoughts and emotions. The words poured forth after my dad died when I went through a divorce and after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. There are so many what-ifs scribbled on those pages.

My dad was diagnosed with cancer so we ended up burying him a year to the day that he was diagnosed.

The problem is that once the rules of art are debunked and once the unpleasant realities the irony diagnoses are revealed and diagnosed 'then' what do we do?