Update: I am in Boston and doing fairly well. I had a really big anxiety/flashback thing while on the T (the transit subway). Stupid to think that something bad enough could have happened on a subway to make bad memories, but I started shaking, had a hard time breathing, was sweating and trying sooo hard not to cry. It was jam packed with people and thank God there was still a rational part of my brain left that made me focus on the people, I started looking from one to the next to the next, imagining where they came from, where they were going, what they had in their bags, stuff like that. It worked! I didn't cry and soon I was ok. You guys, I did it!! Don't break out the cupcakes yet, because we went to Paul Revere's house and to the Old North Church in the square there I honest to goodness looked around and excpeted to see T (not t like therapist) standing there yelling at me. I looked around and saw all the little kids in their halloween costumes and one--only one--tear fell down my cheek, but that's ok because it was really windy so I blamed it on the wind. I can't believe what Boston looks like when I can look at it without having to worry if one of us will say something "wrong" or if someone bumps into him or if one of the kids gets tired, or my heart starts racing and I have to sit down. The places look familar but so different--it's like someone put a fresh coat of paint on them. (Ok, now I'm crying!) There's still a couple places I absolutely can't go, but the memories are so bad I don't want to go anyway, so it's all good! 5 hour meeting then we're off to Boston Common, Harvard & MIT and I don't know what else. Sunday my friends are picking us up, touring a bit and then taking us to the airport. Why am I crying now when I did so good? I guess for everything that happened in the past. No more. I'm going to finish my apple and vegetate happily in this huge, soft king size bed!! Thank you all so much!!!!

Please feel free to continue the good thoughts, though, cuz I'm stressing a little now the day is done.