Rants and ramblings mostly about my long and sordid relationship with therapy. With an occasional reference to my crazy 'real' life.
Friday, July 17, 2015
My friend Michelle died last night, I just found out today. We exchanged texts on Wednesday. The chemo wasn't working, she was out of options. Three years fighting, but it was now time to call hospice. I thought we'd still have time. Time to talk like we used to. Time for me to somehow help. Were there things that she wanted me to do for her? What about her 2 boys?