First, a thanks to everyone for you kind words in response to my piece on my recent health woes. They were a delight to read and brightened my day.
I had a rough day yesterday, the kind where I was just feeling very sad about myself. I had a small violin for me pity party, which is funny because I own no small violins (though I very much want a mandolin, which is kind of like a small violin, in the sense that it plays the same notes and sounds nothing like it at all). But I digress...
So.
The thing is, I've spent a lot of time in hospitals over the last few months. And that really does suck, in every possible way, and life really is not in the best shape at the moment.
But when I was there, I spent some time on the oncology ward: not because I needed any sort of treatment along those lines but more as a space to fit me in as a crossover patient.
My current crapfest is important, relevant and meaningful. I need support through it.
But it is also temporary, manageable and treatable.
Thank you. As you were.