The end is here…

and I am sad. I can only hope we’re going to get some spin off action. I’d love to see Arya’s adventure continue.

I’m (mostly) happy with how it all played out. I have some sad feelings about Jon, but not in a how dare they way; more in the way where you’re sad when someone you care about is sad.

I cheered when I saw Ghost. ❤️

What an amazing ride it has been. I’m so grateful to HBO for giving us an ending. 💙💙

saying goodbye

We went to Grace’s service this afternoon, and stopped by the reception. It was so very sad, but also touching, and she was obviously so very loved. She was only 40. How awful.

I hate saying this, because ugh, but this has really triggered me. After the whole breast cancer fiasco, and then the cervical cancer scare and related surgeries, I can all too easily picture myself in her place. Life is beautiful, but it is also cruel and random. It could happen to any of us at anytime. She left behind two young kids and a husband. I’m just…really fucked up right now.

It’s a wake up call to be sure; a kick in the ass. Remember to count your blessings. Don’t take life for granted. And in the words of Grace: Be kind. Always. No matter what.

I can do better. So I will.

Lots of deleted and drafted posts tonight while I sort through my sad, complicated feelings.

Fuck cancer.

I’m hoping this Advil PM will knock me out soon.

I had a lovely evening with my kids. Dinner and shopping…just the three of us. Lots of hugs and laughter. ❤️❤️❤️

Ultimately, I’m forever fucking grateful for every single moment I get – the good and the bad.

It feels so good

to go out with friends you haven’t seen in a while, and be like so here’s all my bullshit from the last three weeks, and they’re like “girl, we’ve got you!!”

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

The main character in the book I’m reading is a breast cancer survivor, and also had her breasts and ovaries removed. It’s a side plot, so I wasn’t aware of it when I started the book. I love the story so far, but it has me a little in my feels.

Also…I’m expecting bad news at some point this weekend. Not about me, but about a friend.

But I’m trying to push all that out of my mind so I can just live in the moment.

I’m flaring today, and that’s a bummer. Everything hurts and I’m tired.

I’m feeling sick from the new meds. It’s manageable, but kind of sucky considering they aren’t even really working yet.

I feel sad and unsettled.

You know what would actually make me feel better? Going to work.

I know, right?

But at least then I could feel in control of something.

And it may not be obvious, because I’m holding it close to my chest right now, but I am profoundly sad about the news I received from my mom, but also determined to make the most of the time we have left.