Pride in my latest list

I got a letter in the post today, 5 months after my clinic and I got my VHL list through.
I love reading my list.
You might think that strange but for me it is a badge of honour. It represents my struggle and as today I read it, in my kitchen, busy rushing around to empty and immediately fill my dishwasher, make tea, clean the kitchen up a bit, put tissues in my school bag (I've run out as I have a cold) entertain my child and get her to bring her washing downstairs and put on a load, I read it and felt proud.
I'm proud of what I've recovered from and aware that some of the buggers on the list will need intervention one day.
Pleased, of course that only one of them has grown.
And I'm proud enough of it to share it... I think sometimes people forget how great I am! The lack of modesty in this prickles me slightly but it is true. I know some strong people, mainly women.
I want to raise a strong woman.
So I put a picture of my list on Facebook. I want people I know to see it and think, fuck me that's a lot of tumours. She's amazing.
Because I am a VHL warrior.
Hear me roar.

Depression

I'm not depressed today, I'm just really pissed off.
But I think I was, I think that the feeling of despair was one that took me over.
I think I was depressed because the joy of life doesn't last when you're depressed.

It's like sunshine on a cloudy day, you feel it but never enough to actually keep you warm.

The sadness that covers you, that creeps into each day.

And then I get really cold, that way you don't feel anything. I've just been lying here and knowing that I'm just not feeling. 

It's easier. It hurts less. It means I can move through each day. 

My husband loves me... I think he'll always be there if I need it want him. I really hope that that is true. 

And so tonight I don't want to sleep because I don't want tomorrow. 

The end of the world

Today Trump got in, it's frightening.
So much of what is what I hold dear... In danger

Flash backs

I wasn't sure if that's what was happening, but I think it must be. For most, flashbacks come from a traumatic event. Maybe there keep seeing the car crash or see the blood but my ones are of a time when I just couldn't see very much.
I flashback to the bed, the dull, the feeling of uncomfortable agony and hideous nausea, dizzy sick, useless horror.
And now I'm here... In this life that is completely fine.
But so often I want to scream at the world, fucking stop.
Stop and see...
Just stop with the trivial bollocksing shit you spew out info the world.

I don't of course, I tend to smile and ask if there is anything I can do.

Grrrr