I feel like something is missing. Maybe I miss this. Maybe I miss writing. I’m missing my purpose in life. Missing my job. Missing my colleagues. Missing my friends. Missing out on things. Missing plans I’ve made. Missing days out. Missing my health.
My life revolves around hospitals, procedures and appointments. I can’t complain, people have it worse off than me and I’m actually pretty positive that things will be ok in the end and the missing pieces will be back together.
I would be lost without the distractions of A, Buddy and my family. The light at the end of the very long tunnel is still the holiday – 61 days and counting!
I can’t promise I’m back for good… But I’m here and still smiling!