Solid 4. That is how I rate the last few weeks. Slightly less than a solid okay. It felt like each time I took a turn, my road was blocked by some kind of barrier. After the 6th or 7th consecutive time I lost it. Tears…inability to make decisions…chills… Plainly put – I was done.
I’m still teetering the line between breakdown and breakthrough.
I want to scream, “Don’t you know I’m done?! I’m full. I’ve learned enough for now. Leave me alone!” From past experience, I know it would do no good.
The next best thing is a vacation. Thankfully I had one booked. Soon I’ll be surrounded by 100+ lung cancer survivors at LUNGevity’s HOPE Summit. Wow. The timing could not be better. From there, I’m off to Palm Springs after a quick 48-hour stop at home for scans and an oncologist appointment.
I dug my climbing shoes out of the closet…it might be time for them to see some action at Joshua Tree National Park. It has been years, do you think they can remember what to do?