Once upon a time, I thought I'd start a blog. A friend of mine named it. It's appropriate, somehow, although some might disagree.
I registered this site two years ago, thereabouts, posted one post, and never came back. Life happens, eh?
A month ago, I came down with melanoma. I guess diagnosed is a better word, but saying I came down with it implies that I might get over it, right? You come down with bronchitis, and then you get over it. You're diagnosed with things that stay with you forever, and, at least today, that's not my vibe.
Anyway. I have a caring bridge site to share the details of my procedures, treatment plans, whatever. It's a good site. Serves a good purpose.
But then I started thinking about all the OTHER stuff that's going on. Struggles focusing at work, staying on task with life, what about my kids, and the ongoing anxiety. Caring Bridge isn't really the place for that. Maybe this isn't, either. Maybe nobody cares.
But maybe they do. And maybe by sharing a bit, someone else can feel a bit better. Or, maybe by sharing a bit, I can feel a bit better. I hear journaling is good for stress. Lord knows I've got it.
This isn't meant to be a depressing place to visit. I'm not totally sure what it IS meant to be, yet. Maybe a place where I can share my morbid humor and freak some people out. Maybe it's just a place where I put my thoughts down.
I guess we'll see how it goes...
Until later, my friends.
