I'm doing a digital clean up this weekend of my computer. Mostly my pictures, but I'm getting my documents in a little better order too. I came across this poem I wrote two years ago, just after my 33rd birthday and after my 8th treatment had failed.
While the two years in between writing this were a lot of the same, I'm grateful to be in a different place now. The pain that existed in so many moments for me is fading. There were times that I didn't think that it would.