Today, the second of what I estimate to be three astoundingly difficult days of change: I would have said before, of disaster and loss, but now I'm not so sure.
A great crisis at work that has been held at bay for eight years. And crashing into the new medications, which has all gone – well, I was about to say unexpectedly wrong, but – actually: at top speed and amidst a host of unexpected added tests, appointments and decisions, the medical front may be actually going more as it should after having been somewhat skewed for some months.
A strange sense of entering battlefields and being forced into decisions I would have backed away from as recently as a few days ago: and simultaneously discovering there are plenty of people ready to help, there are ways forward rather than down, and that these may be changes that were actually needed.
That, in fact, change is not the same as death....
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