It Really Isn’t Fair

The other day I realised I hadn’t written a blog entry in some time, and then I realised that I’d been very happy lately. It occurred to me that it isn’t fair to the few folks who suffer through reading me to only write about the bad things. It’s as though I write as a form of therapy, in order to rid myself of the negatives and then I go and live out the positives off-book. So I figured I ought to at least make passing mention of the good things going on with me.

a) I’ve been able to do a bit of knitting again. It looks as though the drug combos are working. Will I be able to finish the Sunshine afghan? Only time will tell. I will say, though, that the odds are better now that I’m able to hold the work again.

b) We’ve got a new car. Now, I realise I did mention this already–but I don’t think I mentioned just what a change it’s going to be in my life. The Blazer had become so scary in the last 8 or 9 months that I really couldn’t drive it anywhere. This new car means that I’ll be more able to go places. Look out, world. No. Seriously. Look out.

c) I’ve cried less and less each day. That’s a big milestone, especially when I expected to be crying nonstop for the next six months.

Those are the big things, but there are a lot of little bits which make up the fabric of my days but don’t rate a list point. There has definitely been a paradigm shift over here at my house, and it’s as though we’re moving from a time of trial to a time of peace. I like that very much.