I’m glad I didn’t waste time yesterday going to get blood drawn.
The unwelcome visitor arrived this morning, right on time.
So where does this leave me?
Even though I lived the past few days with the mindset of the visitor would arrive any day now … it still hurts … because there is always at least just an ounce of hope every month, no matter how much you’ve been through, that maybe, just maybe, this will be the month.
Then when the visitor arrives … that ounce of hope is crushed … and life moves on.
Where my life is moving beyond this day is very scary to me.
Before March 8th, I honestly didn’t think everything would come to this.
Goodbye, Lone Ranger.