*sigh* 
 The end of the year tends to always be full of painful reminders and anniversaries of sorts.
In the coming weeks I'll have more assessments and labs drawn, more imaging (MRI/CT/FNA/tap to evaluate fluid etc.)
I guess it's time to see how far things have spread, or if they've decided to leave me alone long enough to catch my breath. 
I'll be 32 while having my head scanned again. I get to spend my selfish time feeling like some weird medical prisoner, and most likely in full body agony. We'll see how it goes
 In the meantime, I think I'll watch some more obscure films and shiver with my cats nearby. They seem to show me affection even when I can hardly move.. I think I'd like to come back as a cat. Maybe someone would do the same for me then and unknowingly help dial down the ache. 
Maybe in another life, when we are both cats
COMMENTS
-