The Window

I'm at the edge of The Window.

In this case, the Window of Time is starting in terms of my next round of treatments. Oddly, it starts only with a restrictive diet, but that means that in 14 days, I'll be undergoing my second round of Thyrogen Stimulated Radioactive Iodine Treatment.

So, it's a diet and I pop a pill, right? Can't be that bad. Know what?, it ultimately isn't. But it is a reminder that I'm not calling the shots. That I'm fighting an invisible demon. And doing so spent and emotionally tired. I suppose my level of fight has been draining over time, but I hadn't realized just how much until today: discussing the diet, thinking through a shopping list, preparing to cook, realizing that... channeling the 80's for a poor crack at humor... Here I Go Again On My Own.

My head hurts. My heart, too.