I dropped Hope off at the vet this morning, she’s getting fixed. Of course, since I was dropping her off before work (with the time restraints and work clothes n all), she decided this was the perfect opportunity to barf all over my car. Ok well maybe not ALL over, but enough that I didn’t appreciate.. well.. the barf.. Sigh.. poor girl, anyway. She’s not coming home till Friday (today being Wednesday).

    When I went for my check-up last week, Molly told me about a new patient with AML. I let her know that I would be more than willing to talk with this new patient.. and so the ball was rolling (although at the time I didn’t really think much of it). Well, Sunday afternoon I get an email from Molly with this woman’s name and number in it. Surprising to myself, since I am usually a quite successful procrastinator, I immediately called this woman. We talked for almost an hour. It was incredibly therapeutic for me as well as helpful to her. The things she was frustrated about I was able to shed some light on.. The whole experience has me thinking about.. well, about everything. I just don’t feel right anymore. I was naively thinking that I could just pop back to life as it was before I got sick. Everything is different yet nothing has changed. I am often confused about my emotions and unsatisfied with what I am doing. And by “doing”, I mean everything. I think the only thing that I am satisfied with is my relationship with my kids. I have no idea what exactly it is that is on my mind that bothers me and that confuses me even more..