Hey there,
Believe it or not and as I've said, I want to help you any way - big or small. I know how nice a tasty candy bar can be at the right time. You can call me anytime.
It hurts to see your tears. I know you are going through hell at the moment, but you are strong along with smart and sexy, so you'll come through it in great shape. While I do worry about you, it is always with the knowledge that you'll do well. You are an original. I'm glad you told me about - and are going to - tomorrow's doctor appointment. Speak up and let him know what is happening. They only want to help you. Also, you can >make their day by flashing your beautiful smile their way :) If you need to talk, give me a call after the appointment.
It is weird, but it took every ounce of energy I had to tell you about my plans with the shrink next week. I'm not sure if I'll follow through, but it seems like a good idea. I've counted and there have been 7 or so therapists,3 shrinks, and more doctors over the past 17 or so years, and nothing has ever addressed the issue. It is a hard one to describe - a lingering pain that can momentarily vanish at times but is always casting its shadow in the background. The harder part (when trying to explain) is it is not a physical pain - only mental/emotional. I've tried countless medications with varying results, read lots and lots of material and ventured into alternative routes. My final conclusion was acceptance by learning to live with the creature, but this won't end well. If I had a wish it would be to spend a day or days without worry or fear - relax. Now, I've had such moments with you. I can remember sitting with you in Clifton's Pizza discussing anything and everything - those few hours were exhilarating. Talking with you always left me better. It's sad that those times are gone - I've ruined that connection. Also, in the park with your cervix story that made me genuinely laugh and continue to laugh - too funny as you told it matter-of-factly. And, making love, your touch on my body, the kisses, those eyes, those
are calming moments I often wish for. I think and I think a lot, these are brief moments that I cherish, but they can't negate the overwhelming despair that blankets me much of the time. I play the good game to convince people otherwise, but it is there, it is always waiting to be alone with me.
I can and have fought with it, but in the end you just tire out and accept it. I guess I'm a bit scientific, because I've always tried to formulate an acceptable cause-and-effect relationship for the feelings, but the majority of the time there is no cause - it just affects.
I'm sorry, I've rambled - probably beyond comprehension. Nobody can ever truly know what is ailing another person, but we can try to relate by listening and talking. On the other hand, I do think I really do understand your current feelings, but they are only temporary as you'll come out it as a better woman (if that is possible). I always have faith in you (just not anybody else).
I'll always love you.