My husband alerted me to this article about the psychiatric benefits of blogging. I guess I'm narcissistic enough to need to blog instead of just writing a diary.
I process my life ahead of schedule. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but it's the way my mind works. Three months ago, during Henry's first stem cell transplant, I processed our radiation decision. I didn't make the decision then, but I walked the paths that I need to walk in order to make a decision.
Henry begins radiation in two weeks. I think I'm at peace with what we have decided to do.
Last week I began processing his relapse. It was a very dark few days for me.
The difference is of course that he may not relapse. He may be cured. So I may have processed for naught. But I couldn't stop myself. It's almost like a psychological tic, I can hold off for so long but I just know that I'm going to give in and do it eventually.
Anyway, it appears to be over, at least for now. Right now he's racing his tricycle all over the court, screaming "You can't catch me!" Which I need to go try to do.
But I promised you all a picture a few months ago, and this morning got it.