Sometimes, despite your months-long effort to responsibly follow your treatment plan, life throws you a curve ball.

That’s what happened last Friday night: life threw us a curve ball. A big, serious, scary, overwhelming curve ball.

The brain, I’m learning, is the strangest of organs. Just when I think I’ve figured mine out, it reminds me that I have more work to do.

My husband and I have become good at crisis management, and we’re handling this crisis, though it isn’t smooth sailing. It does, however, get easier with each passing day. Slowly. Very slowly.

It takes time to accept, and it takes time to heal, but I’m accepting, and I’m healing. It takes, on occasion, strength to do the right thing, but I’m doing the right thing.

Man, is it ever hard.


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