The rain came early. Falling in pellets against the shutters, swirling the leaves and an abandoned rake into a pre-dawn vortex along the path connecting my lot to the neighbor’s. I woke early. The preset alarms on my phone alerting me the home health nurse would arrive soon to do wound care. I was nervous about meeting her: public pain is not my wheelhouse. I have a magnet, provided by the oncology social worker, with stickers of smiling and frowning faces on a 1-10 scale that begs the question, “How do you feel today?” I thought of it. Today is the first day of my favorite month and that makes me feel good.