Some questions have been answered, while others now need to be asked. This isn’t the end of the line: rather, it is but a new fork in the road, a new (and slightly different) down which I must travel in my journey through life.
However, it appears that I have been traveling down this path for several years now, since at least late summer 2008 – and quite probably longer. It wasn’t until today that I could put a definite name to what I was struggling to deal with.
Two words. As a result of which, there will be tests. And more tests. And treatments. And lifestyle changes. All of which are necessary, driven by a horrible instance of “friendly fire” in which my immune system started targeting the very body it is supposed to be protecting.
Who would have thought that two words could carry such power?