Last night I had a little meltdown. It hasn’t happened in a while, but I’m tired, and I’ve got yet another ferocious sinus cold, and frankly I’m tired of being tired and sick of being sick.
So I had a little tantrum: I did the tears, the “it’s not fair!” ‘ the whole thing. Luckily we have a toddler and my husband is well-versed in tantrum management. He was calm, he enfolded me in his arms and kissed the top of my fuzzy head and told me as many times as it took to bring me back from the edge: the worst is over, the worst is over-
I know it is. But I’m still sick and tired of cancer.