I have to admit that as I write this piece that I’m feeling downcast in my heart… and I know that much of it is that I’m tired and feeling daunted by the road ahead, feeling like, for now, that all I’ll ever feel is nauseated for the rest of my life. I KNOW I KNOW… an exaggeration I am sure, but for now, that’s how I feel. In reality it will probably be only 4-5 months if I am fortunate. Maybe a year or so on the outside (going from my quick research). But right now I don’t feel very full of hope. It’s nice that the doc knows what is wrong with me and is working to alleviate some of the symptoms of how this is presenting in my body. (’cause my body is a bit of an odd duck at the best of times).
Well it’s a party of a group of like minded folks who gather on Friday
to do a five minute free write around a singular word. AND THEN (and
this is the most important part) we take the time to offer up
encouragement to each other on this writing journey. It’s fun, though
it’s not always easy, but it is always good. Come join us won’t you?
You are always welcome.