Guess I will move up my August appointment to ASAP unless things change soon. Usually the ebb and flow makes me realize I am imagining the worst of it. Just when I think I cannot take the churn any more, the pain subsides. Lately there is only flow … no ebbing to bring temporary relief.
Of course I am sure I am dying.
I know, I know. We are all dying. But feels like my time might come sooner rather than later. Something is not right.
I hope my symptoms are purely psychological.
As always, more to come.