Writing might be cathartic (except that catharsis is really for the audience, according to classical literature.) Oh, I do not know anymore - or care.
A band of angels - day is done - i will go so gently.
It all started almost two weeks ago when I had a terrible episode of vertigo, very reminiscent of what happened two months before the 2007 kidneycancerturnedbrain tumor bleed.
Doctors are concerned about a recurrence of kidneycancerturnedbrain tumor.
And so am I, since I am still dizzy and have headaches.
So - I am too weak to undergo brain surgery. So - what? Nothing. Just sit home and wait to bleed to death? All alone? What choice?
I see a new oncologist/hematologist on Weds. and ENT on Tuesday. Cannot hear out of left ear. Mri not until a week from tomorrow. How last?
Ha ha. This has not been cathartic for me or anyone else. What to do?