Oy.
I could post a bunch of excuses about not posting but there aren't any. Only the facts, ma'am. New specialists, new meds, one that caused suicidal thoughts, more changes in meds, digging out of the black hole, seeing the light again, having a couple minor setbacks, etc, etc., etc.
Disease is never easy. Not on the person with the disease or those that support them. Those that watch the changes and frustrations. Luckily I have a great support network. And also I'm getting back into the creative stuff. Like trying to make a gladiator costume for a six year old. Awesome.
Oh, and Brad? I'm okay!
