Life sure can kick you in the teeth.
Until yesterday, this week was stellar. I’m getting out of the house, taking the dog to the park – and actually playing with her, instead of sitting down and tossing a ball – getting lots of good exercise and fresh air. I bought a mountain bike, where I live is just covered with trails. In fact, the best trail in the entire country is 15 minutes away: The Munda Biddi. I’m eating better,and sleeping MUCH better with all the exercise, no pills needed, thank you very much. The other night I woke up in the same position I fell asleep in – which hasn’t happened in at least a year. Dropping pounds, and feeling more like myself. Just feeling…good. Even a little hopeful. I’ve been feeling like I don’t want to be in the house, after months of being a hermit. Weird, but I just go with it.
Yesterday I got some bad news. I haven’t got permission to share it with the world, so I’ll just say that cancer isn’t done with me yet. I feel as if the pins are knocked out from under me, and I don’t know which way is up. Just when I thought I was beginning to see daylight, I get a kick in the teeth.
Goddamn, life can be a bitch.