What’s on my mind? Self doubt, concerns, and the next few stages of my life.
I’m heading to see a new hematologist this morning, looking for a second opinion. Perhaps find one who cares, like the other specialists I have now.
Trial and error. The governing medical body hates it if you switch family doctors, not so for specialists. I’ve been through several to find the best fit for me.
I don’t need friends, but there’s a level of concern and caring that comes close to a friendship. Caring for a customer, listening in an honest two way dialogue.
How can you be a doctor, swear an oath to do no harm, and push people through like cattle.
But my main worries, almost creating a whirlpool of spinning, again, is the issue with the website.
Is my story worth telling? Or just write and write with myself as the one and only reader? Any lessons to be learned? Maybe. Maybe…
So like what’s your point, Kyd?
Hmmmm
Transition or die.
And if not a true death then a life wasted, hidden by a facade of half truths.
It’s been a struggle. My fight with alcoholism was a brutal reality of what happens when you feel nothing but guilt and shame. Playing the “game” just for the sake of other people.
Wasted lives.
But we all do exactly that…other people.
I’m here, I’m nervous.
Kyd