The Long Dark Teatime Therapy Session of the Soul
Or 'If you could pretend it is still Friday, and I’m writing this on time, that would be great.'
Approximately two days before my husband was told ‘well, we’re not able to give you a confirmation until the biopsies are back, but that on the camera looked an awful lot like cancer’ something happened to me personally which has shifted a door in my head it is now impossible to nail back shut. That means that last week, all the stuff I’d kept piled ins…
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