I wonder if anybody but me noticed: yesterday’s post kept changing. The farther away from the worst of the day that it got, the more positive the post became as my head cleared up post-anesthesia.
My Crohn’s blew right past my chemo and progressed. End of chemo. More tests must be done.
I said to Richard this morning, “I’m not as bad as I was five years ago!”
“You’re not far from it.”
I wanted to argue with him, but he was right.
I need to cast on for someone. Create love where there is pain. To selfishly help heal me as much as anything.
(Edited to add: looking at this is a good reminder to myself that I really am a whole lot better than I was then.)