Dec 2, 2019
Relapse
I had a pretty great two years of remission. Maybe if I had known that I would only get two years I would have done things a little differently, but overall I can’t really complain.
I made a life with a woman I love and two cats that I adore, in a city that I’ve grown very fond of. I got to do work that was stress free and fun, with people I really liked. I traveled and ate and danced with friends new and old.
The stressors of everyday life seem so inconsequential now, just as they did when I was first diagnosed.
Here I am again, trying to buy more time to do the things that make life worth living. I’ll pay with my mental and physical fortitude, and those of my friends and family.
We’ll try to make the best of it.