My arm is bothering me. I’m driving myself crazy.  I have convinced myself I’m getting lymphedema. It’s hard to tell what is normal and what is not this soon after surgery. I’ve been doing the exercises.  I hope that’s good enough.

I kind of hate everything right now.  I’m sad. I’m tired. I’m in pain.  I feel like I have nothing to look forward to. I see some of my relationships falling apart.  I’m tired of being trapped in this house all the time.  I’m tired of being alone all the time. I’m tired of crying.

It could be worse.  At least I still have Jackson.