Mon. 9/2/2024

For a long time, a happy weekend seems luxurious. This long weekend has been one.

No treatment talks. No clinic visits. No nervous countdown to the time to hear new results. Was able to enjoy laughter with friends over inconsequential things. To appreciate beautifully made arts. To feel excitement for home decor projects.

I miss this feeling, like a heavy cloud moving away and the sun shining through. The feeling of lightness. Feeling of normalcy. Even if it might be temporary, I want to record it. Remember that it is still possible.

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