Brace Yourself...

I am less than a day away from my first round at BJC. I am delighted and fearful all at the same time. I am not fearful of the Cushing's, rather this tetative diagnosis has created a bit of a hypochondriac from my former self. I now occasionally shiver at the idea that I have something much worse. Yesterday, I felt great. I had more energy than I have had in a month. I woke up, and conversed with a dear friend, followed by cleaning my space almost to my approval...I returned to my mother's abode where I stripped down to a skimpy tank and skirt, reading Mama Gena in the sun. I tired after an hour, and ran the most luxurious bath I have had in years. Complete with flower petals!

I ended up at The Grind many hours later, caught in a whirlwind of conversation with my brother and A. We lost ourselves discussing ego, relationships, expectations, and the very energy passing between individuals. You cannot plan a night like that. It was divine, spontaneous, just filled with warmth and intellect. I learned a great deal about them both.