It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times
Tuesday, December 03, 2019
My intensive out-patient therapy was shutdown in mid-November, so once again I'm without. I'm still having too many flashbacks of being illegally detained. But I am practicing what I learned in the out-patient group.
We said goodbye to our calico, Gingerbug, last Tuesday night. The cancer had spread too much. I'm devastated and miss her so much. She wasn't even seven years old yet. She was so young, and that breaks me most.
That said, I'm doing better than might've been expected. I'm talking about how I'm feeling. I'm sleeping a lot, struggling a little with showering, and feeling lethargic - just weighed down. But I showered today and I'm still active with work, my fur babies, and my husband. And I finished a book this weekend. I've also continued to track my food and what exercise I get. I've lost 15 lb since September 28. Oh! And my husband and I celebrated our 14-year anniversary in November! He and I have grown closer in the last few months.
On the opposite end of the life/death spectrum, our great dane, Zeus, will be 10 tomorrow!
2019 has been an awful ride and I'm exhausted, but I'm going into this winter season stronger, loved, and surrounded by fur.