It would be easier, maybe, to have thrown out or burned all of the medical paperwork, taken one last look at the pictures and texts from this time and let them go, but it wouldn’t be the right thing to do.
When Mathew and I discussed the need for this blog, he was adamant. It needs to be here for someone, even just one person. There needs to be more education so these Sarcomas are diagnosed sooner. Instead of like Mathew, who was told he was probably just an alcoholic, maybe a drug user, or possibly just crazy. Yes, that’s the horrible nightmare Mathew was living before he was finally diagnosed. But that is for another blog.
For me, this is like one of those deep wounds that heal from the inside out and oozes the entire time. It is the least I can do for Mathew.
Sometimes, I sort the papers and put them in order, Mat’s Journal, The Notebook, random thoughts I’ve jotted down, and circle them for hours and sometimes days before I can sit and write.
Other times after I’ve written 400 words I am emotionally worn drained. This is a lonely process.
When Mathew and I discussed the need for this blog, he was adamant. It needs to be here for someone, even just one person. There needs to be more education so these Sarcomas are diagnosed sooner. Instead of like Mathew, who was told he was probably just an alcoholic, maybe a drug user, or possibly just crazy. Yes, that’s the horrible nightmare Mathew was living before he was finally diagnosed. But that is for another blog.
For me, this is like one of those deep wounds that heal from the inside out and oozes the entire time. It is the least I can do for Mathew.
Sometimes, I sort the papers and put them in order, Mat’s Journal, The Notebook, random thoughts I’ve jotted down, and circle them for hours and sometimes days before I can sit and write.
Other times after I’ve written 400 words I am emotionally worn drained. This is a lonely process.
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