Expired Xanax.
I’ve been afraid to write. Not because I didn’t have anything
to say, but because emotional imbalance since the M word (mortality) has been
at an all time high. I reached such a point of desperation that I dug out an
old prescription of Xanax that was three years past its expiration date. It
still worked by the way. I’m not going
to relive all the grisly details of the painful and terrifying thoughts I’ve
experienced over the past couple of weeks, instead I want to focus on the positive.
I worked through all 9 steps of my project plan (see the
last blog post) and the most relief came from seeing the general surgeon that
operates on the oncology/melanoma patients. The punch line is, I have a serious
problem, but we can fix it, and he’s confident that I’ll live a long and
healthy live. I feel like I have a second chance at life. The sun seems brighter
(not that I should be in the sun, but you get what I mean), I am more present
with my family, and I have vowed to not let life pass me by. They say there is
greatness in suffering, and I am here for it. The mind is very, very powerful
and I am committed to finding meaning and positivity out of this experience.
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