Oh. Wednesday. Past time to blog again. Yes. Yes. On it. I actually slept last night – with a little help from half a sleeping pill. My doctor thought the need for sleep outweighed my dislike for taking anything. I’ve been afraid to fall asleep. My sister’s last hours were coming back to me in dreams every night in some form or another. I know with time, this too will fade.
Being home is not to be under appreciated. The bed feels good, my friends have showered me with love, and my family has made me beyond proud as they have gathered around me with love and protection and caring. Saying thank you seems inadequate, but it is all I have at the moment.
One of these days soon, I am going to begin research on Ovarian Cancer. The swift cruelty of this disease is beyond my ability to adequately express. It’s too fresh for me to begin at once, and there is my book “Rhyaden” to launch next month, and then the holidays.
The Holidays. Oh my. That starts the tears. Too many memories. Since I’m already later in the day than usual, I think I’ll stick with being short and send this on its way.