The doctor said I should be able to dance again, but not for a year. I can get through this but I feel grief like a part of me has died, albeit temporarily. BF telling me 10min later I should be glad I'm not paralyzed. Can I be sad, FF?
My mom, 4 and a half years cancer free. At each successive checkup, I look forward to, rather than dread, hearing the results. Each time, I am so grateful for the doctors, nurses, and medical staff she has worked with along the way, especially the specialist she worked with at Virginia Mason. Hasn't been easy, but so worth it <3
Time for my other life to rear its head. I'm off on tour with the band today, for 10 dates around the UK. Tech all sorted, rusty songs rehearsed, all the logistics in place. Time to hit the road, and rock!
Yes, Dad, I want to hear how I've messed up in moving to California and in my job search. While you're at it, yes, please tell me how awesome one of my older brothers is doing in his job and his promotion, the same brother who was a thieving fuck-up until a couple years ago. Grand.