Bottom of the well.

Many people talk about their depression as a black dog. Mine doesn’t feel like that. I feel like I’m at the bottom of a deep well, I can see the light, but every time I am about to climb out, I lose my hold and fall back. Sometimes I only fall a short …

The cheek of it!

Prepare yourselves for the biggest moan EVER! Mike is off at the hospital for his immunoglobulin infusion. He called me just as they were starting it off (after various tests and pre-meds that took 90 minutes!) to say they had started. He cheerily…