I am sorry, David. My condolences.

I wish there was a way to bubble wrap you and yours from any death or illness or terrible things happening for a while. A decade. Five years. A year. This is all too much.

Instead of that bubble wrap, I'm sending my love. You are in my thoughts. May you get a fucking break. I am so sorry.

Oh, David, I'm so sorry for your loss.

And I'm sorry for the oh-so-difficult day you've had, taking more difficult steps in that oh-so-difficult road, and for Matilda having to fo through it (even if it's alongside you, so at least she gets your support). I'm just so sorry.

I wish I had more words to add, good words.

Well, no, I wish for other things, impossible things, but I know they are impossible, and I have to pretend that I'm an adult, so I won't write out loud the fairy-tales wishes that I know can't come true.

And I can't even wish for you to feel better, not now, not while you're still going through all of it, because all you've been through, especially during the last few weeks, but actually for almost ten months now, is just the kind of things that make you feel the opposite of "better".

But this post is not about me and what I'm confused about wishing, so I'll stop now. Take care.

(This goes to all of you - I've been trying to play catch-up, and I'm still in the "been trying" phase of it, but my not-posting is not not-being-here. This lurker supports you in, well, not even e-mail, or anything that happens outside of her own head, but still.)

Sometimes I think that we should go to therapy when nothing is wrong, so that the therapist has a baseline for who you are and how you cope. Most of us go when we are at our wit's end and don't show our real/best selves.

I didn't go to therapy after I lost my dad. I wondered if I should, but decided I was okay. When my mother told my brother that she thought I wasn't processing my grief (which she never saw because she always had to be the most upset person in the room, so I didn't get to grieve around or with her), I suggested that my brother tell her that I was scared to go to therapy by myself and wanted to go as a family. My mother DEFINITELY needed/s therapy and I thought that it was a sneaky way to get her there, and it couldn't hurt for me. Of course, since she was trying to start shit with my brother by implying to my brother that I wasn't sad about losing my father, she dropped her concern very quickly.

I suggested that my brother tell her that I was scared to go to therapy by myself and wanted to go as a family. My mother DEFINITELY needed/s therapy and I thought that it was a sneaky way to get her there, and it couldn't hurt for me.

That is such a smart move. And I'm sorry you had to think of one.

Coffee and double posting:

There's apparently a protest later today, very close to me, against a Kahanistic MK who will be in the area at that time.

I don't want to go but I'm also writing this here to make myself go because vita activa and all that. Arggg.

I wish I had more words to add, good words.

You've given me lots of good words. I'm seeing if we can get some of your words into Jacqueline's service.

Sometimes I think that we should go to therapy when nothing is wrong, so that the therapist has a baseline for who you are and how you cope.

That seems very sensible.

I dealt with last night with cocktails and nachos and distracting videos.

Talked to Emmett on the phone and cried.

Had another long call with a friend and threw in some choked sobs, but also, just conversation about grief and cancer care during marriage.

I've run every day since I got back from Georgia, trying to maintain a groove and get back into shape after 8 months of airport food. But I'm taking a break this morning.

I was supposed to have a colonoscopy today but the prep did not work and they weren’t able to do it. They did the endoscopy, and now I’m going to have to do a cologuard test. I’m home now enjoying a proper cup of tea for the first time in two days and trying to see if I can rally enough to go to parents night at ltc’s school.

I'm so sorry, David. None of you should have to handle any more than you're already handling.

Matilda's ex has horrible timing. If she wants to commiserate with someone who's ex also had terrible timing, I am available to her at any point.

What everyone else has said about therapy. I didn't go after Rob died, which was a mistake in hindsight. Not because I couldn't handle it, but because I could have used the impartial viewpoint of a therapist. They don't have a horse in the race.

I had a therapist for a while there and did a lot of talking about just... stuff. But I don't have much interpersonal contact these days so that's part of why it was so useful for me. If you're not feeling the "I wish I had someone I could say this to" feeling, then maybe you don't need it in your life right now. I'm glad you're in touch with your mourning. I hate that you have so much of it to do.

Um, hi, folks!

I’m home now enjoying a proper cup of tea for the first time in two days and trying to see if I can rally enough to go to parents night at ltc’s school.

I hope you are able to recoup. Parent's night! Sometimes they were nice and actual fun, other times they were filled with parents I wasn't remotely interested in having a conversation with.

Hi Maria! Hi Emily! Very nice to see you in here.

So, my bones are getting old. Sunday while sitting in the car in the Lowe's parking lot my hip froze solid. It took me, with the help of DH, about 20 minutes to gradually straigten the leg and finally put weight on it. Then I walked a couple laps of the parking lot to get it good and loose. Then last night, just sitting in a chair watching tv with my sister, same ordeal. About 20 minutes of torture while getting it functional again. Other than those times I can walk and do whatever. Went to doctor today. They did x-rays. Bone spurs in the hip. The first two items on the list are lose weight and PT. (other less pleasant like shots) Anyway, I go to the chiropractor on Friday with the x-ray report in hand to get a plan together. Really would rather not have it lock up again.