I don’t always know who knows, you know?

So this happens to me at least once a week. Mostly happens at the ball park or the grocery store. Someone comes up to me and asks, “how are you doing?” A fairly simple question to which I almost always answer, “I am doing really good.” Then shortly after that brief encounter, I then wonder, “do they know I have lung cancer?” Then as soon as I am talking to Mo, I ask her if they know of my situation – and the answer is usually yes. While I know who I have told … I don’t always remember who Mo has told. I also am not aware of who has been told by others. So when I get the ambiguous “how are you doing?” question, I am just gonna do the simple “doing good” response. I am almost in need of a secret code word for people to use with me to let me know that they know I have cancer … a “Tippy Toe” if you will. Heck, let’s just go with “Tippy Toe”, it was good enough for George and Jerry, it can be good enough for me.