The C word. Part Deux.

This time I am not writing a semi-humorous account of my cancer diagnosis--but an exciting blurb about my upcoming vacation.  A Trans-Atlantic Cruise!  Below is a map of where I will be headed.  It is impossible for me to express in this little blog just how much I am looking forward to taking this trip.  The word "cruise" is so much better than "cancer." 

Now, although I am beyond excited about crossing the Atlantic, there are a few things that I would like to address.  The first is this, I am afraid of the ocean.  Why, you ask?  Because there are things in it that will eat you:

Fish with teeth....it doesn't get much scarier than that.  The second is this little tidbit:  The average depth of the Atlantic Ocean is 12,881 feet.  I can't swim very well.   I have also seen The Titanic and the Poseidon Adventure:

I know that all of these are semi-irrational fears, but they are very real to me.  I have to say that of all of the horrible things that I can imagine going wrong, THIS is the one that almost paralyzes me with fear:

We will be passing right through the Bermuda Triangle.  This is the place where aircraft and sea faring vessels mysteriously disappear.  One minute they are happily traveling to their destination--the next, all members aboard the ship or plane become residents of Davy Jones' Locker.  Dream vacation to watery grave....just like that.

I refuse to let fear keep me from doing what I want, but I will say that I will stay away from the sides of the ship and I will be very aware of where the lifeboats, life jackets, life preservers and all other saving devices with the word "life" in front of them.  I will not hang off the front of the ship and pretend that I am flying, nor will I spend any time in the bowels of the ship...I will be aware of all emergency exits and memorize escape routes.  And as long as the ship doesn't sink, it will be the most fantastic voyage that I have ever taken!