The most wonderful thing has happened this week.
Somewhere in amongst all the to-ing and fro-ing and just simple overwhelming concentration that has required me to be aware during this whole process.
Sometime as I’ve been poked, prodded, questioned, scanned and scheduled all over this beautiful city.
Somehow amidst the fast paced and life altering events that has been August.
I have found my will to go on.
My fight is back.
I am not whole as I once was.
I cannot say my strength is complete.
My power bar is still recharging, so to speak.
I need more mushrooms.
But I’m getting there, it is coming.
I am no longer okay with giving up. I am no longer exhausted at this repetitive, constant battle against my own body.
Bring on the next round.