I’ve had some 72 hours to think about the new turn life suddenly took on Monday. That piece of A4 paper where it read that there was no visible tumour residue is my ticket back to the cat race, I suppose. Naturally I’m elated and a huge burden has been lifted.
I was taken out of the race on January 31st, over night. Eight months later I’m supposedly back in, after a neurological consultation. It’s all so abrupt and I feel as if I need to catch my breath. I have for the past eight months been contemplating the possibility that I may not get to be a part of my husband and son’s lives.
I feel like the white feather in Forrest Gump blowing around in the gusts of wind, or the “dancing bag” in American Beauty. Hopefully I will get a chance to catch my breath when Zaman and I fly to Toronto on October 5th. My need for nostalgia is still pertinent. Hopefully going away for a while will help me gain perspective and a sense of reality.

GRATTIS!!!
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Gud hör bön!!
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Kramar
Ann-Louise och grabbarna