That’s the noise you make when you’re punched in the gut, right? You don’t talk, you don’t cry out, you don’t look for help. You just double over and try to protect yourself from further harm.
That’s kinda where I am right now. This week, Grace was diagnosed with a severe and chronic skin condition that will need to be treated twice a day for the next ten years, and I had a biopsy of three lesions on my cervix that are likely cancerous. I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. Twice.
I don’t have anything nice or witty or even smart to talk about. I just want to curl up in a ball and forget the world exists.
Life will go on, and I’ll be back to talk about nice, witty, and smart things another day. Thanks for stopping by.
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