I'll admit that it appears I'm keeping it together most of the time. I mean, really, what else could you possibly do? But I have been known to freak out just a little when left on my own. Typically this is when I'm driving somewhere by myself and some sappy-ass song comes on the radio.
So, I'm done with radio at this point, and am moving on to my own playlist. I think it's possible that I've blown out one of my car speakers cranking P!nk and other such rockin' songs as loud as they will go (don't tell Keith). If cupcakes can't cure you (see yesterday's post), then clearly a good rock anthem will.
On a serious note, I'm posting this song, because it's starting to mean a lot to me...and I'm probably hearing the lyrics all wrong, so please don't correct me. But last night I found out that a fellow volunteer is at the same stage in the diagnosis/process as I am and it makes me sad. I think that we will soon become fast friends for life, and I wish her all the best!