You never know when the stress, the pressure, the weight of it all will hit you and how you will react. Or not react. There were hours spent alone, outside, in the middle of the night, processing the enormity of it all before finally coming back together again. Feelings were hurt, but today the lesson seems to have been learned. Today was better.
More blood. My arms are starting to look like a heroin junkie. I'm already thin. I wonder what my co-workers, let alone strangers on the street, must think.
The numbers are still going down. No D&C today. But no blood either. Hard to believe a week ago we were wishing for the blood to stop and now we are wishing for it flow.
How everything changes so quickly.
It is over almost before it began.