I always feel strange waking up the day after being infused with chemotherapy. There's always the precarious feeling of being lost. Not that you don't know where you are (well, sometimes you don't know where you are) but more so that you don't know who you are. We like to separate our lives into manageable, bite size pieces. We use arbitrary events as landmarks to measure personal growth (or lack thereof): By summer I want to have lost 15 lbs... By time I'm 30 I want to be married.