When I awoke this morning, I ran (that’s right, ran) to the front door by my coat stand to ensure that my handbag and purse were safely contained in my flat, and what do you know, hidden behind my collection of coats was my beloved Walking Stick standing there like nothing was wrong. Man, he is loyal. Grieving over. Half my heart is mended. https://ejbones.wordpress.com/2013/03/04/farewell-my-friend/
I knew life couldn’t be that cruel.
If you ever wonder where I find my never ending pit of inspiration and positivity, then look no further. This song gets you through all of life’s shit showers. By shit, I mean myeloma. You incurable beast.
As you know, I am a 28 year old, ultra mature line manager… with myeloma.
22 days left.
I am embracing the freedom. I knew I would.