I drove to Germany feeling quite well and cheerful. I had good news from my blood tests and the doctor’s assessment. Arriving back at home I have been experiencing some kind of hell. Just side effects.
someone else who writes on Substack expresses things like this:‘‘Hitting milestones, marking time—it can be so complicated. I have another biopsy next week, and I’m having déjà vu to this time last year, when I was waiting for the results. But I’m also feeling the tug of the future. That’s the thing about healing: you’re doing the impossible work of looking back and piecing together what happened, while also having to be present, while also setting your gaze on a hopeful new path. That pull of past, present, and future simultaneously is like being on a roundabout. It’s so dizzying—how on earth can you take a steady step?’’
I will no doubt write with more energy next week,
Lisa x