Thank you, thank you, thank you, to everyone who has passed on cheers & tears. It’s been a very surreal 24 hours. Yes, Jess, I think I was the only one with an ear-to-ear grin at clinic. *snicker*
I have requested a room at the Ronald McDonald house, for the threeish weeks, prior to chemo/transplant. We are on the wait list at both the Ronald McDonald house and the Pete Gross apartments, for our out-patient stay.
I have more to get out. Stuff having to do with my relationship/interactions with Curtis and AnnMarie. It’s been rough. I can’t articulate it, right now. Mostly because it kills me that it’s happening and I have no control over it. Really, I don’t. There is just nothing left to give them. It’s painful and so flippin’ challenging. I’m also nervous about what I will come home to. I think this is something I really need to get straight, while I’m in Seattle. I’m hoping they have good support for this topic. I’m also grateful that a good portion of this will occur during summer break. While it will be significanly more challenging for mom and Larry, it will be less stressful for Curtis and AnnMarie.
My brain is absolutely fried. I need to veg out for a little before crashing. Work tomorrow, Friday-Morning-Therapy. That’s as far as I’m going. I do need to start making my lists. Checking them twice. Departure is right around the corner. This is what equal amounts of excitement & fear looks like. It feels alot like shock. We shall prevail, but that doesn’t mean will be not be scathed. “What doesn’t kill you makes you blah-blah-blah.” Bullshit. While I do feel stronger in some respects, I’m also incredibly weaker, in others. I’m having a hard time saying what I want to, tonight. I think I’ll sign off and get some rest.
Love & peace to you all. ♥