Today is a dear friend’s birthday. I am nostalgic thinking of all the events we’ve shared over the last 25 years. How I could I have taken so much for granted? And how can I stop chewing on all that I could do, and figure out what the hell I can do now? (stomping foot)
So many of my friends still support me even tho’ I am silent back to them. They believe in me and know the cards they send are appreciated. But I hate my rudeness, not being able thanks to the stubborn child in my mind, to say “thank you.”
I joined “FTD Patient Forum” on Facebook, and awhile ago joined www.FTDSupportForum.com . So many people tell us, who visit, how delighted they are at how passive -even optimistic- we are. Well, truth be told there are days I am a complete bitch, nothing is right, and I pound the air with a rage I’ve never known.
Bottom line: don’t put my name in for sainthood. Should you be so inclined, talk to my children. And, it’s not going to get better as the ole noggin’ keeps shedding cells.
Papa, WHY couldn’t I lose weight as fast as I shuck off my brain? You may need more advisors, I’m thinking. Don’t ask me today, however. I am in a bad, bad mood. It’s, of course, Vicki. ;o(