I am absolutely grateful for every symptom, every run to the washroom, every nauseating car ride, every headache, every uneaten meal, and every medication I must take to get them here. I am grateful that despite how long the road has been so far, that the real journey is just beginning.
Finding balance, juggling a new life, trying to find my way; these are all ways I could describe what really is just 'trying to find what works'. I often tell people I am hodge-podging together an income but in reality it feels a little more like throwing spaghetti at the wall and waiting to see what sticks.
Only a few short days ago I wrote about how difficult it was to watch my beloved friend age. As it turned out, i only had a few days left to enjoy her purrs before she would be gone. In my current grief I am unable to expand on my final day with Dez, but… Continue reading Goodbye My Friend.
When I was young I was extremely allergic to cats. I tried hard to dislike them. They lacked personality, they weren't friendly or loyal, they destroyed everything, they were creatures I wanted nothing to do with. That's what I told myself. I had to trick myself into believing these things because a simple snuggle with… Continue reading My Aging Friend.
It was something I'd never heard of, a glucose test. Sounded easy enough. I had asked my doctor to test my glucose a couple of years before (I had gained a bunch of weight really quickly and it wasn't shedding despite hard work at the gym) and everything came back normal. I figured I would… Continue reading Gestational Diabetes: Tears and Tenacity