So close

Here's to hoping it's not broken!

Wash tripped/ lost his balance and knocked his foot against one of our floor fans.

He did not think it was hurt too bad when he went to bed last night, but this morning it is purple and very very swollen and so far even with meds, still painful.

I called Hospice and am following their nurses' advice for him, but depending on the next few hours, he might have to go down to the ER for an X-Ray to confirm if it is or is not broken.

God-damned Cancer.

It would be a very small thing to a healthy person, but ultimately, Wash is not "healthy". So, we will wait, be in contact with Hospice, and just hope very hard he sprained it not broke bones.

Mires

I have not been wanting to write lately. More emotions in me than real articulate thoughts.

It is beyond hard to find let alone have a voice. I feel like I've been pretty silent for years and now when I'm told to speak, and speak up, it comes back at me as being "selfish" and "whining". I am genuinely confused.

I'm scared. I'm scared mostly for the future for all the uncertainties. I'm scared of being put in a situation with no reference and expected to know where to go and what to do. I'm so mad lately as well, that life and our future is so gorram unfair.

We had two wonderful days of Hope, and then weeks of waiting for bad news we both know is coming. Brain cancer, two brain surgeries, a year of chemo, and too much bad personal news in 2 years.

It's just so much hardship and disappointment and unfairness, topped over and over.

It seems like I'm being told it's wrong to feel upset at the fucking unfairness. I just wonder when it will end? What if any point is there to keep going, to keep trying when it never works?

It's a hard day, and one with setbacks.

I've taken him back around to his follow-up doctor visits and though it still seems to be in the "not a brain tumor" category, there is still something off. His doctor thinks he is still having some kind of seizures, I guess ones that are just in his frontal lobe- his body does not seem to be as affected, but his emotions are just... uncontrolled. So next on Wash's to do list is get an EEG done (he may have to have more than one but I'm not telling/reminding him of it.) and a 'pressure' test to check the inside of his head and make sure his CSF is not too high. He will then see an Epileptologist (someone specializing in Epilepsy) and they can decide to change his anti-seizure meds, or perhaps put him back on low dose steroids. Not sure what yet, but he's on the right path to get help now.

Sadly though, this was I guess not the news Wash was wanting or expecting. I think he believed he would be told he was "fine".

He's not.

I am just tired. Physically and emotionally. Happiness seems to me, seems not to be.