Dead yet?

It is 2 in the morning and I’m listening to BBC 3 replay Purcell: When I am Laid in Earth(Dido a Aeneas) and my mind goes to ‘is this the music I would want at my funeral?”  Why have my thoughts gone to this?  I’m comfortable in bed and I realize I have no symptoms.  Where have they gone? No nausea, no constipation, no diarrhea and no weird cancer fog.  Chemo must not be working.  Wait a minute, it is 2 in the morning and I’m not asleep and my feet are tingling away.  Whew.  For a minute I thought I was dead.