This $hi+ is real, people. It’s real. And this one was a hard one to write. Not because I didn’t want to put it out there, cause I’m not ashamed. It happened to me. It wasn’t something that I chose. It was hard to write because I had a hard couple of days with this monster, and I didn’t want to end up crying again because I was writing this. But oh well… cry I did. Drank coffee, ate dark chocolate, and cried a little. Because I couldn’t help it. It’s been a hard couple of weeks for no particular reason other than I have PTSD and sometimes it rears it’s ugly head and sometimes it goes away for weeks at a time. That is the nature of the beast.
The background: My oldest was born with cancer. She has permanent long term liver damage and an enlarged spleen. She…
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