one day at a time . . .

I read an odd collection of blogs these days.  One of the brightest, most honest and hysterical, belongs to Heather Armstrong.  Her latest post though, threw me for a loop.  You can read it here.

It really is the most profound explanation of loss I have ever read.  And this explains exactly how I feel:  

"My emotions sit at the bottom of my eyes. I blink often to keep them from rising any higher."

Needless to say, our appointment at Moffitt did not go well today.   Our oncologist was close to tears explaining that melanoma was winning the battle.  It is the cancer that leaves him exhausted most of the time.  It is the cancer that has stolen his appetite and left a wake of pain.  Although we will meet with their pain intervention team and get more scans done next month, there will be no more medical intervention for the foreseeable future.

My emotions fell from my eyes.