This is a post I never wanted to make.
I've prayed this would not happen, I've hoped and wished this would not happen, but, driving down the road at lunchtime today, I realized.....
....I think it's here.
I've dealt with it 26 years, and in minor ways even before that, and I wouldn't pray this crap on my worst enemy.
....but I think it's here.
But if that is God's will, we will turn this into an opportunity to help others as well as those who dwell in the Witham Nation.
I won't give any details, except to say it is a medical situation. When I feel it's time to talk about it and when I start making plans to face it head-on for the seven million Americans who are like me, the news, the emotion, and the HOPE will arrive.
This isn't a "terminal" situation, either, by the way, lest someone accuse me of "overblowing" something. I'm not, but if you thought that way, you don't understand. I must blog tonight. I must type. It's therapeutic. But yet, that which I want to scream out from the top of the highest mountain cannot yet be typed, much less screamed.
So I apologize for being cryptic (like I am in most of my posts....), but I needed a place and a few moments to vent.
I hate cancer. I hate this just as much.
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P.S.---In an ironic twist of fate, at same lunch time, shortly before bursting into tears driving back to work, I stopped at, of ALL places, 7-Eleven. Got a Cherry Slurpee. It rocked. And, hey! It was convenient.
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