Sat. Day 9.

Heard from Lil Miss today via email. Nothing specific, just "what are you doing?" And "what have you been doing?".

Time stands still for no one. I got 3 extra years. And her compassion for almost 2/3 of that time. Pretty good by any measure. Except the reality: I have to go through this physical and emotional pain for a second time in 3 years. But this time with an ending. Alone. 

That's my right forearm. Progressing.