The Show Must Go On Part 2

Just 6 days short of a year since my last post, and, again, it's about muddling through. Oh, December, why do you hate me so?

Imagine my surprise seeing the title I was going to write for today already here. I honestly began to worry that I had started sleep-writing. Do you have any idea how unnerving that was for me? Oh well, I've calmed down now.

This is NOT a pity party. No, it's more that 2018 has been filled with changes galore, most of them happy and wonderful. In January I ended a toxic relationship that was suffocating me, and, fortunately, the person made it easy by betraying my trust and turning it around on me. Sure, I cried for a week straight (more than when my mother died nearly 6 years ago, but understand that I was numb and went straight into survival mode)  It actually opened me to loving myself more, and taking better care of myself. I've made new friends and I have what my psychiatrist calls "A great support system."

I am loved and valued as a person, and, other than some really good reasons, I'm very happy. Or, put better, my personal relationships are doing well, and I have a Peace of Mind that I haven't had in a long time.  The SAD is just a part of being me.

I have had some wonderful adventures, and I even got to MS to visit my FIL and meet his (not-so) new wife of almost 2 years. Even better, I got to see my sister that I haven't seen since Mom died (coming up on 6 years) I was genuinely happy to see her, and considering some recent changes, I may never get to MS again, so I am grateful for the time we had.

So... changes... long story short, it looks like my husband has prostate cancer, and that it might be advanced. A biopsy is scheduled for January 7th. I'm considering making a new blog to cover it, simply because it would be good to have a dedicated space for it. It's so weird. I actually started this blog because of my mother's breast cancer.

When Jon had his ALL (Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia) I kept a private journal, but I think I covered some of it here and elsewhere. Anyway, I have plenty to say about this, but not here, not now.