the attitude and gratitude and latitude

So...that was a tough thing I wrote the other day. I mentioned I might take it down, which I did, because, well, WTF. It'okay--that was a hard day and Don and I have been talking about our support, or lackthereof. At the end of the day the handfuls of people who I do communicate with--B and E and A and B in Denver and the people in NYC--I mean, I know they care. It's hard to feel cared about being so isolated--I think that a lot of people starting to contend with heart issues and the dissections and all that stuff probably have bigger webs of support--it IS what you need when you go through this stuff because it is an isolating thing being struck down because your body failed you. I have gone in and out of that idea for years--what do you do when it's not you, but your body failing you? Whatever--one thing you know being a human being is every has their own trials and tribulations. Everyone has their own failures and successes, and at work yesterday I realized--I am actually really good at my job. I am REALLY good at it, because despite my waxings of ...