A Different Sort of Summer.
I've compared this summer to last summer so many times that I should probably just let it all die, but it's wild what better mental health and physical health can do for a human!? Last summer, around this time, I found out I had a nugget of skin cancer - basal cell - near my left nostril. I spent most of the summer driving to Fargo for radiation treatments. I had 20+ of them. Short bursts of something you can't see, plowing into my dermis to kill something else off. My body started to equate driving anywhere with "cancer anxiety." Luckily, that has finally faded, too. Unluckily, we lost Gma Maxine last summer, too. Gpa, her hubby, had left her less than a year before, and I knew she would deteriorate quickly. That was the peak of grief, really. She was gone, my body was screwed up, and I just wanted everything to feel normal. Cut to this summer, and I have put myself on generic Zoloft (last fall wasn't fun weaning off and on meds), and my major lady bit was ta...
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