From a hospital bed? What kind of fun is that? Well, no fun actually. Deadly serious. Well almost.
In my head I use a lot of strong language to describe what I feel like. That is a way to vent the anger at whatever that has made me become a statistic. Another way is to try to capture the moment and in so doing to let it go. Let go of the anger, the fear of uncertainty, the fear of being out of control and whatever other merry surprises this illness has in store for me.
It was a desperate and dark moment when I found out. And I might go there in this blog. But I´ll be going to other places as well and if you like you may follow.
Francesca
