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Thank the gods...
Nov. 5th, 2008 04:06 pmSo, no surprise to some I've been stressed. It's been so bad I couldn't even talk about it. Even my sister only heard part of it the day she interrupted a good cry and I was unable to hide it.
Anyway, I am breathing again. My dad's cancer has not grown in the last couple of weeks even though they had to stop the chemo because it was killing him. We are crossing our fingers that it's finally slowing its devouring rate.
Today my other sister called for me to fill in on phones while their secretary was out sick. I hate phones and I fucked up so many times I felt like an imbecile, but nothing detrimental AND I got paid enough to pay one of the small medical bills! I feel hope again.
Now I can go back to fighting off depression instead of just feel like I'm losing to it. This may change again, but as we all know a little break from that feeling makes it easier to cope with the next landslide.
Oh, and I wrote two synopses and two pages of a new novel over the course of the previous two days. It just feels good to get some of THAT out too.
Anyway, I am breathing again. My dad's cancer has not grown in the last couple of weeks even though they had to stop the chemo because it was killing him. We are crossing our fingers that it's finally slowing its devouring rate.
Today my other sister called for me to fill in on phones while their secretary was out sick. I hate phones and I fucked up so many times I felt like an imbecile, but nothing detrimental AND I got paid enough to pay one of the small medical bills! I feel hope again.
Now I can go back to fighting off depression instead of just feel like I'm losing to it. This may change again, but as we all know a little break from that feeling makes it easier to cope with the next landslide.
Oh, and I wrote two synopses and two pages of a new novel over the course of the previous two days. It just feels good to get some of THAT out too.
