Love

Yesterday was 1 month since Bruno’s cancer diagnosis. It feels more like a year, ten years, a lifetime ago. Only in the past few days has the image of the moment they told us stopped creeping into my mind the moment I turn out the light to go to sleep. And I try to read until I fall asleep, and am still taking meds to help with sleep, mind you. I know it will haunt me forever.

In early September I got a dragonfly tattooed on my left ankle. In addition to their beauty, dragonflies carry a lot of symbolism. In my case, it was meant to represent the transformation that comes as perimenopause hits. My body was starting to change, so was my mood. Never did I imagine that transformation and change could come on this brutal, scary, so very painful level.