Trying to write about stuff without going into detail or saying too much.
It's difficult.
Had a long meeting at the hospital last night. Reassuring in some ways, but so sad in others.
I think we're beginning to feel the effects of the unpredictable nature of the condition.
Quite tearful.

We crave that perfect ending. Some peace of mind. But we seem to have to learn the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear structure. I've often heard it said that life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. It's hard to take however, for what is clear, is that all our plans are subject to ruthless revision by Nature, or Fate...or whatever we believe is out there...so I suppose all we can do is our best and keep on keeping on. Peace.
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