Day one is upon us. Bloods and ultrasounds and give us all your money and hang onto your hope and your heart starts today. Friday, Wanda waves her way back into our lives. and, if it’s thumbs up and all systems go, injections start on Saturday.
This is the last chance saloon. Either we’ll have a second. Or we won’t. The first step of the last step is done.
We are moving forward one way or another into the life that has been stalled, waiting for this moment.
Good luck? Godspeed? Don’t cry, it will all be over soon? Not sure what I want to hear. Except maybe the sound of life rushing back into my world.
The sad quiet darkness has overstayed its welcome.